Fiction: Watch The World Burn

The city burned easier than anyone expected. One the farm on the very edge of the outskirts, Andrew climbed out of the skylight in his room, clambering up the tiles to sit next to the chimney, feeling the lingering warmth from the families fire through the brick. From his vantage …

Poem: Broken Little Bluebell

Tick tock tick broken little bluebell lying at the bottom of the stairwell. Stems are cracked and leaves are torn broken little bluebell oh the bruises you adorn. Time passes slowly not to be found broken little bluebell don’t make a sound. Plucked from existence and dropped into the den …

Kara and Etta: Time To Fly

“Wings?” Etta nodded, grinning at her from her seat on the floor. She flipped open the book resting in her lap, settling her crossed legs closer to her body. Kara grumbled something and sat down opposite her, pushing aside one of Etta’s books, and her own shoes. She mirrored Etta’s …

Weekly Fiction: Over and Over

Kara had dreamt of the little girl before. Always running away, running away from her, hair as dark as her own, skin as pale. She often wondered if she was just dreaming of herself. The hair was certainly the same, past her shoulders and a little out of control. Even …