The winners of our #ThisIsNotLove flash fiction competition are, in order: Melinda Salisbury with “Parthian Shot”, Matthew Smart with “The Sump Pit”, and Peter Spencer with “Lovecats”. Continue ...
Bhama looked out of the window and saw he was still there, squatting under the mango tree opposite her house. He was decently dressed, though his mundu was dusty and ...
The river water bubbles from my mouth, its dirty gray movement cascading over stones rough and smooth. I come to this place at the narrowing of the year, a hike ...
Enter our flash fiction competition held in partnership with Penguin Books to win three gorgeous Clothbound Classics — Alice in Wonderland, Hard Times, and Bleak House — and see your story published ...
Ten years ago, when we met, I would have kissed you if I’d been single. That moment is lodged in my head like a drawing pin on a map. Since ...
Aubrey Finkle once told his wife that Origami was an act of love, turning a simple sheet of paper into something with form and meaning. How fragile the paper shapes, ...
Jerusalem. It’s a city I lived in from 1994-2009, the bulk of my adult life. It was really the first place I chose to be home, rather than having that ...
Read the winning entry to our “China” flash fiction competition, held jointly last month with Sheffield University’s School of East Asian Studies and the Sheffield Confucius Institute. Continue ...
To celebrate our upcoming China issue, we are holding a similarly-themed flash fiction competition with Sheffield University’s Confucius Institute and School of East Asian Studies. The theme is “China”. Deadline: 3 October. The competition is ...
We are delighted to announce the winner of our flash fiction competition with ArtBelow. The theme is “experiences on the Underground or Metro”, and we received many excellent entries. However, there ...
We had some fantastic entries to choose from for this competition and although only one person can have the big prize, we are still very pleased to be able to ...
In the beginning, we soared. We knew the crackle of constellations, the heat of worlds unborn. Our coupling was cosmic. He said it was in the stars. Delicately, he probed ...
She turns towards him in her sleep and he is buffeted by a squall of stale breath. ‘If I loved her, I would love her stale breeze‘, he says, sadly, ...
Dad was a boy at the time, just five years old. It was the Blitz, but he stayed in Battersea. His mum wouldn’t send him to the country when the ...
