A collection of short stories written by our readers. Inspired by National Storytelling Week.
Jessie woke as she always did. She flailed restlessly in the heavy bedsheets, feeling the weight of the winter duvet pressing against her body, willing her back into the soft white envelope of comfort and safety….
It is London, 2154. Sirens screamed, echoing between the high buildings of the city of London. It was dusk, but it was as dark as it would have been at midnight. The moon struggled to shine…
The girl was eighteen when she first read Wuthering Heights. It was a battered copy belonging to her mother, having been read and eventually neglected after the first enthusiastic reading, but still carted from flat to…
On day 1000 of winter break, a mom sits at the kitchen table browsing her inbox, and her six year old works on a word search next to her with a yellow crayon. In your day, you…
Dressed in thick woollen tights and long skirts to protect both her modesty and body from the bitter cold, Lavinia worked diligently alongside other local women during the winter olive harvest. The year was 1960 and…
He stood, motionless, dazed, a pool of water gathering about his feet and disappearing into the sand as if he were traceless, invisible. As though he stood upon a golden creature, thirsty, drinking in his residue,…
It is London, 1938. The brochure said it was ‘an imposing and beautiful modern building’, and that much was certainly true. I watched its construction with interest, enquired for the particulars and went to view a…
Weak sunlight poured through the window of the coffee shop, illuminating the smudges on the glass top of the table. The woman at the table topped up her tea cup with tea from the pot, dark…