Amelia Wollacott is currently pursuing a master’s in English Literature at Cardiff University. Amelia submitted a portfolio containing a series of short...
Category - Creative Writing
Words by Ksenia Ryadnova. A writer once said “is music getting somewhere?”. A question I sometimes compare with ourselves. A dotted rhythm, a...
By Tash Sood And when she left,She left you the sky,The shadows under leaves,The pins holding down the world,And the secret to pulling them outto set it all...
Words by Martha Godivala. Someone is agonisingOver the artefacts inHer Museum of Ancient History. There, is a showcase:A preserved corduroy hat andSome posed...
By Caitlin Wildgoose-Davis Every girl is an egg box. A container. WeÔÇÖre all born with the potential to grow life, but this might not happen...
By Haris Hussnain The primaeval age saw the rise and fall of the dragon empire. Scarlet dragons stood for justice and leadership. They sought to...
By Lucy Matthews If putting cucumber on my eyes Is meant to block out bad vibes And rising at 5AM Sets me apart from them Why am I...
By Jamil Akram Receipts I kept your receipts folded, battered, but still yours. When you were down, I showed you it, and when I was down, I read it. I wonder...
written by Iqmal Handan winter had passed,spring is still here but summer is approaching and soon to be autumn.as the seasons change, so do people.we are never...
written by Iqmal Handan / art by @artsyfifi it was the morning of a rainy day that made me take off every cloth covering my skin, i stripped myself nude...
by Eve Davies. It was an early spring morning on Penarth platform. Martha stood awaiting the northward train. She was heading into the city to do some shopping...
We are delighted to publish the winners of the Great Xpectations short story competition hosted by Xpress. 50-word category winner – Eve Davies Nan and...
by Clara Boon. This year I was a carer,This year I showed great strength,This year I was a worrier,This year I was scared to sit on a bench, This year I lost...
By Kimberley Jones To my lover,In my whole lifetime I will never be able to express how much you mean to me,And I hope that my efforts will make you believe in...
by Phoebe Bowers. It heads a heavy breath An inhale exiled And awaiting Grey skies above the suspended bridge over the Severn. Rat infested. Bin bags out...
by Aruni Deraniyagala. Sitting at my desk, A hundred broken resolutions Empty pages Unopened books Staring at a wall, my mind wondering Painting pictures...
by Katherine Wheeler Jean lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip, clinking her teeth against the bone china edges. The tea was cold, a little stale from...
by Madeleine Griffiths . A solitary rose stands regal and untouched, Her sophistication peerless amidst the chaos of the world. Below Her horticultural...
Words by Jacob Evans My Siren In the abyss Her eyes absorb gold,  A guilty treasure Of fate untold. Her hair floats,  Dark and deep, Whisping and wrapping In...
by Tilly Jones. Empty Lovers I kiss your mouth in search of another, My lips longing for ones that are not yours. The close echo of an empty lover, Merely...
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