Through My Eye by Dylan Stevens

12:37pm Friday 12th June 2009

One of the girls pouring drinks glanced across, her eyes move swiftly onto the girls next to me...

Second Chance by Cleveland W Gibson

10:41am Tuesday 26th May 2009

The constant jangle of the horses’ harness didn’t frighten me but the sudden sound of silence did; it meant death for the cornered men.

Graveyard Patch by Cleveland W Gibson

10:40am Tuesday 26th May 2009

As darkness fell the policeman spoke to the woman at the graveside.

The Female by Cleveland W Gibson

10:39am Tuesday 26th May 2009

The woman, called the Black Widow, raised her veil to show her beautiful face as I, the local bobby, broke the news of her husband's death.

Blink... Wake Up In Mourning by Cleveland W Gibson

10:37am Tuesday 26th May 2009

As an executioner I hated victims who went to school with me.

Mark of the Beast by Cleveland W Gibson

10:02am Wednesday 20th May 2009

The detective examined the deep claw marks on the roof with his magnifying glass. The beast had struck once more.

French Stick by Cleveland W Gibson

11:20am Tuesday 19th May 2009

The robbers of the Codal security building did a last check before escaping with millions of francs.

Foreign Legion Tale by Cleveland W Gibson

11:22am Tuesday 19th May 2009

"I’m ex- Foreign Legion. A killer with dreams.” “Problems?” the prison psychiatrist demanded.

Tender The Grave-digger by Cleveland W Gibson

11:23am Tuesday 19th May 2009

“Look!” Tender shouted from the grave.

The Heartbreak of a Child by Madelin Bexon

12:28pm Thursday 23rd April 2009

Life was good, Dad was here, but tears came, Mum was sad. I was mad, but no-one understands. I am a child, only eight, how am I to sort my head; I love my mum, my brother, my Granddad, my Nanny, but I’m angry in my head! Do they understand?

Somebody's Love! by Madelin Bexon

9:50am Monday 16th February 2009

A special person, where have you gone? Your eyes took me in, but you do not really see? Who was the person who came to see you every day? You did not know! Dad, at peace, where no one will judge you or disrespect you….

Coming Home! by Madelin Bexon

9:49am Monday 16th February 2009

The train makes it way ‘up line’ from Exeter and gradually the familiar site of the old rail works appear into view! My home town, a place that holds memories, family, school, work, marriage, divorce, new love, new life. A regular joy of revisiting ‘why did I ever leave you?’

I am three days old by Alex Dixon

7:56am Tuesday 10th February 2009

I am three days old. My mother looks lovingly into my brown eyes. “You’re beautiful.” She breathes. I feel too hot, where has my mummy gone? I can’t move, can’t cry. I am melting. My pebble eyes fall out and I am blind. Where has my mummy gone? I disappear.

Reborn by Liz Walker

11:42am Monday 26th January 2009

They'd buried her. Mud thrown down and then stamped hard! She woke; slowly tried to push her way to the surface. Stones grazed, insects nibbled, she struggled upwards. She could almost smell the air, feel the spring sun. Finally, breaking through she stretched towards the sky Narcissus would bloom again!

National Grid by Liz Walker

4:02pm Friday 2nd January 2009

Grandad showed them to cook on a camp fire. All night long they'd read stories, played charades, made shadow puppets on the wall and had great fun looking at the old photo's. One exhausted childs head raised above the bed clothes, "Can we have a power cut again tommorrow Mummy?"

Last Christmas? by Liz Walker

10:40am Tuesday 16th December 2008

Pulling off his boots he thought aloud. “Everytime grows harder. Humanity more selfish, wrapped in their safe worlds the rich deriding the poor. Old and young died of neglect. Nobody cares! I can’t do this any more.” “You say that every year, Santa” replied the elf. “This time... I mean it!”

Vigilantes by Liz Walker

10:41am Friday 5th December 2008

“Fight back!”, Secretly meeting in groups, good citizens plan the battle. Darkness falls, ‘weapons’ collected, donning their ‘fighting hoodies’. They ran to meet the ‘scrotes’ and aimed as one. 100 torches 100 hoodies proclaiming “Reclaim My Street”. Illuminated, identified, worried, scrotes run. The chant begins “We’ll see you in court!”

Christmas blues by Katherine Cenaj

12:23pm Monday 1st December 2008

I woke up in the morning, my cat jumped on my head, Mum tried to cook the turkey, it was frozen instead. Nan drank to much sherry she fell down the stairs. My brother tripped over the turkey, it wasn't even dead. The christmas tree fell down, onto Dad's head.

Your responsibility by Pat Kavanagh

2:25pm Friday 21st November 2008

Dear parent. While you luxuriated in front of Eastenders or Hollyoaks, the fruit of your complacent and irresponsible loins has been defiling, debasing, defaming and destroying all that we hold dear in our street. Did you know? Or perhaps like the vermin that you bore, maybe you just don’t care.

Oblivion by Peter Walmsley

3:41pm Thursday 20th November 2008

Cold wetness seeping into his trousers. Sensation of breeze across face as the now familiar descent into oblivion began. Stomach churning, ribs awash, head light somehow detached. Street lights blurred. Horn blowing loud…so far away. Shaking himself, rising from the wet tarmac. Better in bed perhaps than Bath Road.