3rd Place: ‘War’ by Mary Coleman

Galway’s pavements were melting. 99s in every hand and the air was thick with the smell of factor 50. Everyone was diving from the Blackrock tower, building sandcastles and talking about football. Everyone except me. It had been a few weeks since I’d had contact from any of the lads. And it would be aContinue reading “3rd Place: ‘War’ by Mary Coleman”

Writing Opportunities October 2022

What’s spookier than a deadline? Am I right? The latest writing opportunities for the month of October, at your service! Comedy Women in Print Prize The competition is open to any woman, writing in the English language, of any nationality over the age of 18 on the closing date 14 October 2022. Entries must beContinue reading “Writing Opportunities October 2022”

Submissions Now Open!

Louder for the people in the back: SUBMISSIONS FOR ISSUE VII ARE NOW… OPEN! We are looking for short stories, flash fiction, creative nonfiction, all based on the theme of IDENTITY. As a journal specifically geared towards new voices, we especially encourage work from previously unpublished writers who feel it is their time to beContinue reading “Submissions Now Open!”

Announcing our Issue VI Contributors!

All writers who submitted to Issue VI have now been notified. Do get in touch if you still haven’t heard back! We received over 300 submissions this time around and the standard was incredible. Picking who we would publish was a difficult task that we wouldn’t wish upon anyone. We would like to thank everyoneContinue reading “Announcing our Issue VI Contributors!”

Morning Coffee 2022

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.Continue reading “Morning Coffee 2022”

Winner: ‘A Letter to my Plastic Daughter’ by Ruth Atkins

“Plastic,” the doctor repeated sternly. “In the placenta.” His voice was a low bass rumble, barely audible over the machines. The midwife ceased sliding her jelly over me. I lay tense, my fingers clenched beneath my buttocks, my moon-belly rising, convex and white above the bed. It was unseasonably warm, and inside me, your kicksContinue reading “Winner: ‘A Letter to my Plastic Daughter’ by Ruth Atkins”