While it is our usual practice to save up news and announcements for our monthly editorials, we occasionally have such exciting news that it just can’t wait for the end of the month. Today, it is our pleasure to announce… Continue Reading
Pilot Cadet Memi entered the Commander’s office, marched to the desk, saluted, stamped her foot and kicked herself in the ankle. It really hurt but, being brave, she didn’t flinch. The Commander, Old Squinty as he was known, looked at… Continue Reading
My head is down; eyes scan the ground. I never look up; never make eye contact. Count the successful footfalls. They must be between the lines. I am at one hundred and twenty seven when the unthinkable happens. It is… Continue Reading
Sara was tossed into her small bedroom, broken and alone, the door locked tight behind her. Tears traced crooked paths down her face, silently protesting this latest breach of trust. Who could she turn to when even the people that… Continue Reading
Maggie became aware of the presence of her inner child the first day of high school, that September she turned fourteen. Her friends, the girls she hadn’t seen all summer because her aunt Louise had wrangled her a job as… Continue Reading
Crowbar in hand, my husband surveys the room. “Let’s remove the paneling, install some drywall and make this a proper space,” he says. “Couldn’t we just paint the paneling?” I say. A decade of living in a 100-year-old farmhouse has… Continue Reading
We’ve just sat down to dinner when there’s knocking at the door. “Just leave it,” I say. “It won’t be anything.” Geoff stands; I fork up peas. “Hello. Mr Anderson?” The voice coming from the doorway is determinedly polite. “Yes?”… Continue Reading
“You are weakening, my king,” Gero’s plain, strong face said while servants fitted an old campaign uniform on to Oskar’s frail back. “And weakness will spread through the kingdom, as it has always done in the past. When the fire… Continue Reading
“Hurry,” cried Mum, “you’ll make it if you run.” So I ran, plaits flapping, satchel banging into my side, bounding over the uneven paving, dodging the dog mess, heading for the main road. I’d been at the girls’ grammar school… Continue Reading
Even though the chair in the delivery room was unforgiving, Amahl welcomed the chance to sit. Although it had been Mira who labored and bled, after twenty sleepless hours he needed rest. He would have easily fallen asleep on the… Continue Reading