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Thomas and Susanna, part two.
By Ben.
While he was sleeping, Thomas saw visions of tanks, of explosions, of screams and streetfights and batons and pistols. He saw bricks tumbling and windows shattering. He saw cars overturned. He saw hundreds of men marching down narrow roads, squinting at cowering soldiers. While he was awake, Thomas longed to be asleep. read more »
Baby Talk
By Henry.
"Baby just wants food and nappies changed, and then he’ll look at Mummy like he doesn’t know what she is. And baby screams such a lot, doesn’t he? Every night, so Mummy starts dreaming when she’s awake.” Helen strokes his hair again. “Even when she’s awake.” read more »
On A Tall Hill
By Ben.
"It might seem strange, but from the moment I moved here, I developed a rather unusual habit."read more »
I Have This Knife
By Henry.
"This knife is a tool. Tools are designed to be used. To do otherwise is to deny their existence, and nothing should suffer that fate."read more »
A Different Kind Of Madness
By Henry.
"Josef tries to think of a way to explain it to him. "It’s not the effect, it’s the cause..." read more »
A Gold Bangle.
By Joel.
"And this is my revelation; it has taken a year, but it does."read more »
The Way Out
By Ben.
"The man's long, slow pauses clearly had the intended impact. My uncle started fumbling through the book's delicate pages, overwhelmed..." read more »
Wisdom
By Ben.
"Brian hadn't spoken for what felt like hours. He'd said all he needed to say. He paused, turned, and fearlessly..." read more »
Stars
By Carly.
"One morning after he'd stayed over, I discovered he'd left something behind. I wasn't alone anymore." read more »