Student Fiction

DISTANT HILLS

Jack Davidson

Jack Davidson

Cool air marks the final stretch between night and morning, the paleness of dawn beginning to show in the sky.

GRETA

Fuchsia Wilkins

Fuchsia Wilkins

It was the middle of the night when Greta woke up, feeling as if an invisible weight was pressing down on her in bed; a bulky weight, far heavier than the skimpy blanket which covered her.

SHRIEKING GULLS

Sara Sha'ath

Sara Sha'ath

The duck boards over the mud flats were precarious, just a collection of haphazardly placed planks stretching all the way from the rail track to the pumping station.

DARLING

Erin Meier

Erin Meier

You’re walking around the lake. It’s a beautiful day. The sun is out, shining benevolently over the willow trees around the greenish flat water.

SECOND COMMUNE

Jessica Granatt

Jessica Granatt

The Destivelles come round to check everything is in working order. That’s what they tell Sophie, by email, two hours...

FLIGHTOLOGY

Eliza Robertson

Eliza Robertson

Her hostel did not offer breakfast, but it was saturday, which meant the Baptists parked their station wagons outside with toasters and Wonderbread and vats of sour, filtered coffee.