by Helen Tirebuck | May 4, 2009 | Stories
“I would like to introduce you to my son Felix” translated Sergio, my travel companion and interpreter from the local dialect to English. He was speaking on behalf of the youngish looking father who had just introduced himself as George. Standing in a remote village...
by T Coetzee | May 4, 2009 | Stories
SALE!!! SALE!!! 75% OFF!! The large red signs cover the store. Everywhere I turn, I see red. I look down and stare at my hands. I still see red. I sit, while clothes, shoes and jewellery enclose me. In this obstacle of vanity, I observe people of all ranges. I see a...
by Ashley Roden | May 1, 2009 | Stories
The Holocaust Adara clutched her little brother Mica as she limped and stumbled on a jagged rock that tore a hole in her two sizes too small worthless shoe. She cried out in pain but couldn’t stop now. She’d come too far! Thoughts about her hometown were running...
by Heidi Vella | May 1, 2009 | Stories
George looked out through the window of the dining room at the rain that poured relentlessly. He sat with his arms rested on the table next to the carefully laid out cutlery. Every other minute Georges twitch knocked the cutlery together making a clanging sound....
by Gareth Brownbill | Apr 30, 2009 | Stories
I ran. I just kept running forward…through the water and then up the beach. The water was freezing. It was almost up to my chest at first. It held me back. I had a rifle in my hands and had to hold it over my head. I couldn’t use my hands to steady myself or anything....
by Lucy Greenwood | Apr 29, 2009 | Stories
The streets of London were quiet this afternoon, the roads were clear as Emma Smith walked down the newly Concreted road; she was about to open the garden gate when she stopped suddenly outside her house. She seemed worried for a moment and was looking around...
