In the hush of dawn, four soft paws pad across a hidden threshold. One step, two, four. The shadow-dappled body holds still for a moment, testing the air. Listening, ears perk. Dust swirls. Dark, heavy ivy twists into the concrete around her. Fresh grass pokes feathered shoots through cracks. Crepuscular insects whir their membranous wings … Continue reading Pripyat
New Monthly Blog Post I'd like to introduce you to a wonderful community of writers. I first came across the Insecure Writer's Support Group on Twitter @TheIWSG. The group posts frequently on writing topics, in posts which are both accessible and supportive. They have an annual anthology competition--which I have just entered!--and a website full … Continue reading Insecure Writer’s Support Group
Just a little suggestion, he said. It’ll be fun, he said. You’ll fall asleep and I’ll kiss you awake like when we first met, then we can start again. That’s what he said. Why, then, did I just wake up alone, dusty, really bloody hungry in a really bloody cold industrial freezer? “Fool me once, fool me twice, all that shit,” … Continue reading Hypnosis
I went for a drive to the damThinking to see me a sightA beautiful lakeA woodland of treesA bevvy of birds and the like But when I got there it was rainingAnd nothing at all could I see‘Cept fat little raindropsObscuring the viewFalling down laughing at me So I parked up beneath the tall gum … Continue reading Serpentine Dam
Suze dropped the black sack of Grandpa’s clothes next to an empty machine, fishing for coins in her pocket. She’d rather spend four dollars getting the old clothes clean than buying lollies on the way back from the salvo’s. Grandma’s volunteering stories about smelly garments dumped at her charity shop remained with her. It would … Continue reading Worn With Years
EMMA LOUISE GILL 