Look across the road early evening – they moved in today and have not yet put up curtains. They pace diagonally in the frame of glass, touch- ing each other’s sides as they pass. That time of night when the lights are on, the sky is violet but there is no such thing as evening, […]
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Nia

Robert Minhinnick

PUBLISHED ON: 23/07/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

Skye regarded the goat. Its agate eye. Young nanny, not long from a kid. Then her beard, black lip and nubbins of horns. The goat was scattering pelle …

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Evan Roberts

Maria Apichella

PUBLISHED ON: 07/05/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

spent years in Snowdonia’s dawn to dusk mists, scrambling sheer slides of rainy, slipping, marble-clacking rock (blue-black rock)…   Maria Apic …

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The Fox and The Foil Mill

Gavin Goodwin

PUBLISHED ON: 07/05/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

He thumped the wheel with the heel of his hand and gripped the key again. Heard the engine search and stutter in the darkness. He slammed the door of …

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The Jeweller

Gwen Davies

PUBLISHED ON: 22/04/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

‘We’d better kneel down then.’ Mo grumbled as she looked for some clear space in the middle of the floor. You could see the shape of her horseshoe bro …

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The Woman at the Well

S Beryl Jones

PUBLISHED ON: 24/10/18

CATEGORY: Fiction

When I got out at the station I found the only way of getting to the house was on foot. Jameson, a little man with a thin moustache and turn-down coll …

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The Treatment

Novel Preview by Michael Nath: From Chapter 20 where the narrator Caryl Hyatt remembers meeting his second wife, Karen, and what she asked him.

PUBLISHED ON: 24/10/18

CATEGORY: Fiction

On a night when the millennium was young, Craig Norman, then my boss at The G*******, took me to the Tiresias. It was Craig’s birthday and Craig was a …

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The Pavement Poet

Joao Morais

PUBLISHED ON: 09/05/18

CATEGORY: Fiction

It’s the last day of the month and I still have money in the bank, and I can’t help but feel that I’ve somehow failed at life. I make the most of it b …

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Old Forgotten Things

Mihangel Morgan Translated by Gwen Davies

PUBLISHED ON: 09/05/18

CATEGORY: Fiction

As you’d expect, Harry was pleased as pie to see his daughter and grandson. But between you, me and these walls, the first of these, Seroca, got on my …

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Photograph

David Lloyd

PUBLISHED ON: 09/05/18

CATEGORY: Fiction

Arthur squatted by the fireplace to warm his hands. The room felt comfortable for the first time he could remember – with sunlight streaming through t …

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