The air it breathes of candles burned, Of crimson gold and tinselled dew, Where’er I walk the scent it soothes My crystal flakes like snow unturned. We sit as five and promptly feast On Christmas roast and turkey crisp, And I lay back upon your arm, Suckling the milk of your warm hand. […]
Creative Writing
‘Ebony Eve’
Inky darkness ebbed and creeped, Black and cold and deeply steeped, In auburn fire of Sun’s rebirth, Pale moon above the ebony Earth. Leaves twist and writhe upon the ground, Taken from the tree, they found, The wind to be their greatest foe, Torment is torn with every blow. With Autumn comes a masquerade, A […]
Sleep
A comfy bed, a weary head; The sheets drip golden lead Into the morning dew, Covering darkness with luscious hue. The wind in my eyes, soaring through skies, As I spread my wings and fly, My mind a flurry of stars, Sinking deeper and deeper into your arms. My thoughts they fight and […]
Favourite Holiday (Lindsay Warner)
Mama and Aunt Fawzia had really outdone themselves this Eid. A delicious array of food covered the dining room table, the tempting aroma of curries and rice blending into a delectable fusion that had my mouth watering. “Hamza, I said stop that!” Mama scolded, shooing my little brother and his greedy hands away from the […]
Resurrection (Olivia Powell)
When someone sets you on fire, you learn very quickly who your real friends are. From the second the flame touches your skin, there will be those that turn their backs. There will be those that stay to watch you burn but the moment you crumble into ash they will be gone. When someone sets […]
Auld Lang Syne (Neha Shaji)
Somewhere, beneath the gauze of layers wrapped round and round her soul, Clarissa has a steady centre. She doesn’t always know what it is, what it means, only that no matter who she is, it thrums inside of her like a heartbeat. She was not alone in the stifling, fake New Year’s party, where the […]
No Snow Falls Here (Chris Brown)
Up in the high, dry peaks of the Eastern Sierra Nevada mountain range is where you’d find the world’s most pristine water. But that was long ago, when the rainfall turned into curving streams, when the snowmelt turned into a clear blue lake. Now, no snow falls here, and there is neither a lake, nor […]
The Colour of Oak (James Turner)
The way that the sun rises up over the hills surrounding the lake really is quite beautiful. Red streaks of light explode into the clouds and a thin layer of mist forms just above the water. On windy days, you can watch the reeds rustling close to the pier where they push the boats out […]
Short Story: The Black Angel
The raven black wings gleamed in the afternoon sun. Two Maleficent horns twisted up from a closely shaved afro. Other than these two accessories, their wearer was completely naked but for a few straps of leather and a pair of lace up stiletto boots Louboutin would have died for. My two girlfriends and I watched […]
MacGuffin Launch: 30-06-2015
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone – there’s a new platform for creative writing in town, and it has the potential to revolutionise student workshopping. [dropcap size=big]C[/dropcap]omma Press is probably one of the most well-known independent publishers in the UK, with an impressive reputation for short story writing. But in times of uncertainty […]