A Flashback on Girlhood Zahara Foster Dear Magnolia, I want to start by apologising for the aimless nature of this email. I think this is
Swimming is Flying Amber Wallbutton I opened the curtains and peered out at the colourful Spanish villas lining the street. The sun shone brightly and
The Writing on the Wall Gracie Fitzsimons The writing on the wall, Hand carved, a deeply engraved tattoo. Of an existence so minuscule, But still
A Mother’s Life Swathy It all began with a planet… Add some flourishing flora and small creatures and voila! A planet made with love. I
Prom Night Zahara Foster I don’t think that this is how it was supposed to go. I think we were supposed to have fun. Our
A Sunday Afternoon Ruby McKie A Sunday afternoon At my grandma’s kitchen table As she retells me her memories From her youth in Jamaica Youngest
Pookie Jasper Turksma The sky was the colour of cat vomit. At first, I just thought this was the natural colour of dawn because this
The Abyss Isla Rimmington Everything went wrong that day. It started with that crow: its obsidian black feathers flapped with alarm as it screeched “Danger!
A New Start Harriet Guinan The ice-cold snow shutters up my body. Rippling through my rickety bones. The snow is blasting into my eyes, blinding
Bonfire Night Amber Wallbutton Stars shone down on us, The raging bonfire crackled, Glowing embers flew.
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