Pick of the day
Posted by Parson Thru on Sat, 18 Feb 2017As an optimist, morning is my favourite time of the day; especially at weekends when I can ease into the world at my leisure. But my first words always reveal me as a little tongue-tied. They stumble out of my mouth greeting recipients with aural chaos. Read more
Story of the week
Posted by Stephen Thom on Sun, 12 Feb 2017
The headlights picked out individual snowflakes, quivering cotton drops spliced from the gauzy storm and suspended in their yellow orbs.
'You have to pull over,' he muttered, fidgeting. 'I don't know where the fuck - '
'Etteridge, or something,' she snapped, 'that's what you said last.'
Windscreen wipers scudded flowering white maps aside with irate, rubbery yelps.Read more
Spoilt for choice this week! A very big special mention to celticman whose novel-in-the-making I caught up with this morning. If you haven't read it yet, I thoroughly recommend that you do - it's called Grimms and it's turning into something very spectacular.Read more
Picks of the Month
Posted by rosaliekempthorne on Mon, 16 Jan 2017
Opal pads across the back of the couch, leaps down onto the arm, and over to Emmalynn. She rubs her soft black head against Emmalynn's hip, seeking affection, seeking approval. She was the runt of this litter, but now she's long and sleek, with the pale, gleaming eyes to which she owes her name.Read more
Posted by Noo on Tue, 03 Jan 2017
When I saw the missed calls, I fed my dread with sugar
Bracing myself with gulps of vanilla milkshake and chocolate wafers
Although I should have known what was coming
Because I’ve known it for years.
You didn’t know
With your half-finished crossword
Your broken bowl of cereal spilling on the floor,
And people will call that a mercy.