We announced the winners of the Morning Coffee Writing Competition 2021 on Wednesday 13th October. You can watch the announcement video below! Guest judge Kevin Power said kind words about the winning pieces and we gave our endless thanks to everyone who donated, submitted, and above all, the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre.
The Morning Coffee Writing Competition was created in 2020 in association with Sonder Magazine to fundraise for the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre. For those who aren’t aware of their services, the RCC offer a free, confidential listening and support service for women and men who have been sexually abused at any time in their lives. They also run prevention campaigns. Please do consider donating directly at https://www.drcc.ie/donate.
Read the winning stories below!
You can’t think about it too much, or it’ll drive you mad. That’s what Eleanor feels about space, or the age of the earth, or the fact that there are parts of the ocean floor that lie more than ten thousand metres below the surface. There are some concepts the human brain just isn’t supposed to be able to reconcile with its own tiny, egocentric existence. No wonder the religious zealots drew a line firmly at six thousand years, and an earth that was the centre of all things. Charlie loves space. She can name all the moons of Jupiter,…Read More
He is grasping for the word for the thing in the picture. The colours in the sky when the rain and sun meet. He knows it, but fog swirls in his mind. It’s rain something… it is arch? He can’t tell if that sounds right. It frightens him that he can’t find the word. It’s called arco iris in Spanish. Iris is his little girl. He can’t remember where she is right now, but she must be with Molly. He’ll make some coffee while he waits for them to come home. The colours stand out, vivid against the muted backdrop…Read More
I always imagined I’d be the key rattling, fingers donned with rings, large purse carrying, nail tapping, throwing purse on top of the newspaper, beside the Evian water bottle on the passenger seat, kind of woman. The arm around the headrest, neck turned, earring dangling, lip biting, eyebrows knitting, smile bearing, easy reversing out of the petrol station, kind of woman. I always imagined being the heavy lifting, bag for life swinging, door slamming, honey I’m home singing, lips kissing, arms aching, heart leaping, happily married, kind of woman. The wide hipped, pelvis pushing, saltwater bathing, stitch healing, breasts leaking,…Read More
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