Stirling University

You are unreachable. So far from my touch that it makes you irresistible. And I need you. I don’t even know you but I must have you. I am...

On Hemlock's fringes, Harfbrëëd squats inside wyvern skull walls. Owning only his solitary pillow and quiet fireside. A breeze carries in...

A tired traveller began to look for an inn to spend the night. When the sun sank below the trees, a light appeared in the distance. Music...

My feet hurt. They haven’t stopped hurting the last 50 miles. Sweat drips down my brow as heavy as a Sunday shower. The soles of my shoes...

My father’s mother, who after leaving home at eighteen, he never spoke to again, had hands like barbed wire. Everything she touched bled....

Emilia White was a very unobtrusive little girl. Her mother described her as quiet and self-sufficient. Family friends thought of her as...

A rattling on the street woke me. I groaned at the pathetic wheels of the Clean-Sweep10 as it passed. Its illuminated smile, empty, as it...

Dark as fresh mud, and softer than a cloud his small pink nose wobbled nervously. Someone had brought him in for the last day of school....

The stories were written all over her body in broken skin With blood as ink Day and night no longer meant a thing It was one round to the...

V0Y10 and Sorin have a conversation on the beaches of Cabidans's capital city. [This piece takes place after Understanding Emotions]

V0Y10 attempts to correlate emotions on his own. [This piece takes place before self-preservation]

Human beings are so hooked on favourites. I’ve often found that it’s among the first questions you get asked; your choices are always...

I should have binned it the moment I saw it. Or ripped it into tiny pieces. Or done anything other than open it. I knew the handwriting....

Standing in front of the bright yellow sign of her favourite store, Cassie began to question what she was doing there in the first place....

Trigger Warning: Sexual Harrasment

Trigger Warning: graphic mentions of death and suicide

Noise fills the small café. The buzz of the coffee machine, the incessant typing of the student in the corner and the chatter of patrons....

Prologue for a homonymous work It sucks when you don't have anything you 하고 싶은 게 없다는 게 want to do 진짜 뭣 같은데 I know it's...

The monolith had been standing outside the school for as long as Jan could remember. It towered over the building and kind of just… stood...

When I was a kid, I used to get scared by my reflection. I would stare at it for hours and I was certain that I was looking at a...