Writing Submissions

We publish hundreds of writing submissions. Here’s a selection of what they’ve been writing and sending in.

Life of a Phasmid

We are Lord Howe Island Stick Insects. We fled the lush green Lord Howe Island many years ago. We made our way to Balls Pyramid, a jagged rock in the...

We Are All Simply Puzzle Pieces

Isn’t it comforting to know all of us aren’t truly strangers? How the random person beside you on the train is, or already has, experienced the same cup of poison...

Laughter is….

Laughter is good for the soul! Laughter is the warmth that embraces you back, seeping into your bones. It lifts smiles, pinches cheeks and slaps you on the back cheerfully....

Magic Fish Dreaming

The patter of rain guides the ears, petrichor releases pent up earth, leads the nose to a hidden freedom. Rain drops scatter glimmering moonlight, reveals a veiled world in shadows....

Water

I am WaterBearerGirl, the greatest floating object person the world has ever seen. And if they don’t know my name yet, they soon will. I was in my shower singing...

Of peace

to smile is to give light to flash the teeth to say ‘i’m on you’re side’ to smile is to bridge the gap of silence

Straight Outta Lebanon

You’re dad must be from Tripoli and I’m getting notes of the mountain flex and fall the stretch of sand before mum’s brow the pillar and strength of an old...

Laughter Is the Sound of Lightening

The sound of endorphins rolls against my vocal cords, Soon stretching the corners of my mouth, My eyes pinch together forming crescent moons, My teeth glistening, reflecting, readjusting rekindling, My...

The True Perfect World

The perfect world isn’t one with perfect people who live and share the same characteristics as one another but it is one where each individual is valued in society for...

Life Itself

What never stops, no matter what What makes people grow in different ways What changes from place to place You can never get it back once it is gone. You...

Hidden

It has a quiet energy, Just lying there, whispering secrets that The world holds close to its chest. Promises of life, not the short bursts of happiness, Dreams of change,...

Monochromatic Mind

Where do you escape to? “Home is where the heart is.” What about those with a heart that’s been broken into a million, scattered shards? Where is their home –...

Truths and Lies

I have lived a long life; I am too young; I cannot understand. I have not seen enough of the world. I have seen enough. I fit in; I’m the...

The truth behind the trivial

“I’d finally made up my mind, before you interrupted me.” “I’m sorry. I think.” “I don’t suppose you’d just let me—“ “No! What sort of a person would I be...

Tell us about one of your friends

We linked hands across the earth and swore not to leave it.