She woke up one morning and found the coccolith nestled in the palm of her left hand like a secret. When she tried to pick it off, it settled, winking mischievously. Continue reading Girl Who Spiralled by Amanda Oosthuizen
Welcome to our Halloween 2018 special at Lonesome October Lit. Continue reading Lonesome October Lit: Halloween 2018
Some places are all history.
I grew up in what some would call a dying town. I don’t think that was an especially apt descriptor – “dying” implies an end is near. My town wasn’t approaching any inevitable end-point – it was just stuck in time. A place with a deep past, but no future. Continue reading Ghost Towns by Madison McSweeney
I am Maya. At least, that is the name Momma gave me, even though she called me Saly. Just like Marie is Grace, Daniel is Jason and Jessica is Rosie.
Our names are ours… unless of course they are not. Continue reading Maya by Cheryl Diane Parkinson
Loretta sat on her loft bed, scribbling lists of alliterations for her name in her journal.
Loony Loretta Continue reading I Can Fix That by Samantha Curreli
The first time it had happened, and he’d really seen her, he’d been trawling the pools, tracing his knuckles over crusted rocks, trailing his fingers in the water. Continue reading Deep Marks by Ali Jones