Fiction

By Beth Searle

The stadium was packed, the crowd was roaring; cheering for me. I stood up, took a bow and ... “Scarlett, would you care to grace us with your presence and you may like to sit down as well.” Miss Sutton said sternly, making the fantasy of my daydream disappear.

By Jemma Mathers

By Rebecca Stewart


The bladeless windmill stands tall and proud against the clear blue sky. I look sadly upon the diminishing dam. We need rain, and soon. The place isn’t going to hold up much longer without a decent shower.