Freckle

By Kimon de Greef

It was quite late in the night and we had been drinking. An empty bottle of wine sat on the table between us. We had stopped using glasses and a fair bit had spilled down the side and dried in a brown patch on the label.

“That stain looks like Africa,” my friend said. “Look – there's Somalia.”

Camera Rasa

By Etienne Van Bart

“Ian Ithsmith”! Ms. Christmas! “I know how to make a holiday last longer,” he said, and started moving in slow motion. Out at sea, convicts on floating chairs seated around a table eating their last breakfast, wondering who’ll be the first to lose a leg. Felix has sunk in his deckchair, so destroyed. Water melons genetically engineered to look like that square, patterned pillow. That light brown patch of sunlight on the canopy is in the shape of a scorpion!

The Garden

By Olivia Walton

I’ve only just moved back into the old house. Dust gathers still. I try to coax the rooms to life but they are stubborn. They hold their shadows and their windows will not be unsealed. I worked at them slowly, the first few days. Room by room, I thought.

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By Nicola Lazenby

She shook her head. Of all the things to do on a Saturday night in Barcelona. All it took was a Morrissey song she had only ever heard about twice in her life, and too many cheap Mojitos. “Take me out tonight. Take me anywhere I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care”... She wondered how many people Morrissey had gotten laid.

The Bookshop

By Jess Richards

Is this for free?

No its not for free.

But it has no price on.

Its not free. And the for is redundant.

What?

Nevermind.