Apr
2011

December 21, 2012

by Jessica Micallef

December 21st 2012, 01.54 Brightness; flashes of white light, blinding me in the darkness, and yet…giving me hope. Coldness; embracing me like a cruel blanket, its fingers gripping tightly onto my skin and slithering slowly from one side of my body to the other. The silence; cutting through me like a knife. Why was I [...]




Jan
2011

Censor This

by Reuben Zammit

This is the way Karl told me the story: Once, a long time ago, in the early to mid-19th century, in a faraway kingdom close to here, which was actually a sultanate, there reigned a Fat Bastard. Every morning he would send his closest friends to shovel the fat of the land into their fancy [...]




Jan
2011

Just A Cry

by Katia Farrugia

she tried to muffle the click with outstretched hands, and the door closed softly leaving no trace of movement behind. trying to focus, trying to walk. and she moved, her eyes on the narrow street ahead her breath catching slowly her legs turning to stone as dread filled her heart and emotion huddled its beat. [...]




Jan
2011

Ashes to Ashes

by Stephanie Bonnici

She angrily stubs the cigarette into her already-full ashtray and lights up yet another one. The sound of it fizzling to life comforts her. She inhales deeply and ponders on her perpetual situation in life. Will things ever change for her? She exhales in frustration. (Men. The enigma that perpetually continues to puzzle women over [...]




Jan
2011

In the Valley

by Thea Dimech

As I laid in the valley of shadow, I wept




Jan
2011

Inspired

by Roberta Bonnici

Where’s my inspiration?
Where did you go and hide?
Where are you, my previous she?




Sep
2010

No Particular Order

by Nigel Baldacchino

He liked police and liked criminals too but what he liked most were oriental artifacts. His house was full of them and he loved them all the same way. What often troubled his mind was...




Sep
2010

Who lives in Alphaville

by Andreas Favas

Old but gold They used to tell Liars I'm now in hell




Sep
2010

The Wild Hunt

by Mark-Anthony Fenech

It was well before dawn; the sun’s furnaces were still cold as the last of the stars twinkled into the murky darkness, fading into the gloom.




Sep
2010

Troika

by Rachelle Gauci

Trust Julie to start getting neurotic on them, thought Adam while adjusting his tie in front of the mirror in the men’s bathroom. He frowned slightly at his reflected image; the tie still seemed slightly askew. Ever since he had known the girls, he always knew that Julie was the one who dictated how their [...]




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