They say that there is no place like home, but what if home is hell?
Prize for fiction
STORY NUMBER 4, Winner of the 2018 Prize for Fiction – By Elizabeth Johnson
In the corner to the left of the entrance of the cheap fast food joint, two friends, both female, sat facing each other sharing a bottle of coke. They were seated in what could be described as the dirtiest looking Continue Reading
Stained Asphalt, Winner of the 2017 prize for fiction – by Anthony Madukwe
If you gripped my shoulders today, shook me hard and yelled at me to say just one thing to my younger self, I would laugh at you and tell you that I had nothing to say. But if you insisted, like really insisted, I would take two deep breaths and Continue Reading