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The Whistle by riley shaw
Originally Published 08/11/2021 The Whistle By Riley Shaw The streets were empty as she trod alone along the vegetated roads, hopping roots and branches that extended from buildings and cracks. Lila had roamed these streets before but her memory failed her every time she awakened in the barren city, leaving her aimless and alone. Her…
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Body Talks by ciara armstrong
Originally Published 15/11/21 Content Warning: Death Body Talks By Ciara Armstrong “What should we do with the body?” A voice echoed in the fog above Alicia. She didn’t recognise it. “I don’t know man. This was your fault!” A different voice. This one sounded familiar. Something kicked Alicia’s side and she tried to squirm away,…
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Visions by george lovejoy
She switched off the TV and then regretted it; the noise of the pointless quiz show was comforting. Watching ‘Derek from Sussex’ reciting all football results from 1980 was easier than watching the fireplace, the windows, the open door as she huddled into the living room sofa.
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transparency by natalie cullen
Hey. So, I’m a ghost, and I have been for a few months now. Being in my state, you experience things that you couldn’t imagine as a living human. You go through the motions. At first you’re understandably in mourning of your life. Then you slip into a depressive state, followed by a glorious revelation…
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shed a light by dominic rebucha
The ball ricocheted off the fence and the fence wobbled, making a low rattling sound as Darren approached. He followed the path along the car park to the enclosed artificial pitch ahead.
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encounter with a black-eyed child by rebecca milne
They want me to be ok, they tell me it was nothing, but I know what I saw. I saw it. I’ve been stuck in this asylum for months and they go through the ‘it’s not real’ talk every day. I want to believe it, but every day, it finds its way back into my…
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missing pieces by charlotte ecclestone
The absence of clarity over what life I’m fighting for is the unspoken truth and composition I can’t bring myself to tell. Is that because I long for the life I left behind? Or because I can’t work out what is missing in the first place?
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Hopscotch? by a.j. flanagan
There was heavy rain in the parking lot. Everywhere, really, but especially in the parking lot. Cracks as trenches in the puddles. Dots and circles. From the desk closest to the window, I couldn’t make out the dots, but there were the circles.
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Annabelle by kate ditchburn
“Hello.” – “My name is Dr. Green. But I prefer the name Elena. Much less formal.” – “What’s your name?” A glance. Nothing more, but a start.
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2025 Refreshers Fair Winners!
For the Refreshers fair, we organised a little flash writing competition to help stretch your writing skills. The Refreshers Fair is a chance to refamiliarize yourself with the campus after the winter break and to get back into the swing of things. So what better way than a competition to engage those writing muscles? We…
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