By Ravi Kakkad The world ripples. I am afraid. Everything was normal a moment ago. Black and white and all the shades of grey. The sky was lighter with the joy of summer, the grass a bit darker, a bit deeper, and his eyes were a living greyscale. They were beautiful. Now, the sky is … More Ripples in the Grey
By Ed Wallace Don’t go into the woods. Don’t go into the woods. Don’t go into the woods. The words your mother always spoke to you were echoed by your stepmother after her. The wisdom of a thousand wives tales. One would think they would gain reverence from one the stories teach to hate. Don’t … More Don’t go into the woods
By Ravi Kakkad Callum doesn’t stand in a forest, nor in a graveyard, nor in a foggy field at midnight. He sits in his bedroom, watching a fanged smile slip from the face of the boy in front of him. The boy, Isaac, begins to shake as Callum whispers a single, cursed word. “Uno.” Isaac … More Soul Hunter
By Katherine Gomes She quivers: A lamb yearning for the slaughter by the boy raised on foul mouth and slapped wrists. Eyes that pierce her glass chest – someone’s daughter Hearts stretched and contorted like clay hereafter A keepsake for the kiln crafted by fists of her quivering body: a lamb yearning for the slaughter … More The Collector
By Ed Wallace They found the cyclops blinded, fossilised wood and bone. In a cave on the blue Aegean, in the cave that was his home. They found a broken larder, trace milk and cheese. They found a spinning wheel stained with faded woad. No butcher’s knife, though. No block of cutting stone, only scratched … More A Cave on the Blue Aegean
By Ian RobertS I never set out to be a published author. Looking back, I’d always made up stories in my head and as a child drew extensively, creating comic strips and roleplaying games with my brother, yet being a writer was never a particular aim. In the back of my mind I can remember … More The Self-Publishing Journey of an Unsuspecting Fantasy Author
By Claire Miller Prompt from our Poetry Soc Collab. They tried to cut the creature, but knives bounced off his skin. They tried to rip and tear and saw, but only stretched his grin. The emerald jelly taunted their curiosity. His very being held the key to high viscosity. Eventually they used a spoon to … More Autopsy of the Blob
Hello Spring! The coursework is looming, the sun is shining, but most importantly, the next edition of Firelight is here: Firelight Issue Two If you’re wanting a printed version, you can pick up a copy at any of the following Notts spots: Our regular events (members only) Our Portland stand outside Boots Waterstones Five Leaves … More Firelight Issue Two
By Ed Wallace The soft light of the cool autumn sun fades as it bathes the feast, the last of the winds give gentle caresses to leaves all the colours of flame. All the fallen fruit has been gathered and the mighty storms recede for another season. A time for food and feast, tale and … More The Butterfly, the Whale and the Pineapple
By Joe Paternoster “You’re such a fucking hoe,” I growl, as I impale my foot with the haunting metal tool, having been relentlessly hoeing the soil below. In unrelenting agony, I collapse onto the floor with all the grace of an elephant, and find that I’ve unfortunately slit an artery. Blood begins to fill my … More You’re Such a F*cking Hoe
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