Student Fiction

Branches

Andrew Morwood

On 7th January I pushed through the hot and busy club, in search of another beer, oblivion.

Novel Extract

Wu Xianlin

Sometimes she presses her ears against the wall, to listen to the giggling or the muffled, rhythmic groaning on the other side.

Rise Up Singing

Anna Wood

You do get hot summers in Bolton and we had one that year, for weeks on end as I remember...

In The Frame

Alice Slater

Poppy and Dylan were playing Scrabble on the living room floor. Ignatius was asleep on the settee. ‘Who’s winning?’ I asked

Heavy Weather

Nell Pach

Will Enterprises was housed in a long one-story woodframe. There were two doors, with a sign above each...