Things I’d Like to Tell You Charlie Sykes The Heineken Memorial Award Visiting the bay today was a good choice. I know life has been tough on you recently but you always seem happy here. We amble forward slowly guided […]
Paw Print Shreya Parashar The Heineken Memorial Award I am listening to Shigeru’s In the mood for love when it starts drizzling. The petrichor emanating, blending with the music, tows me towards my childhood. In the abandoned garden. […]
Runaway Kid Sachin Sharma The Heineken Memorial Award Sam entered the joggers’ park and perched on the first bench he found. Dried up tears had left salty trails on his cheeks. It was his birthday. He was turning […]
I See You Sophie L Macdonald The Heineken Memorial Award Pets aren’t allowed in motel rooms, but you were so quiet at my feet, and the lady didn’t look twice anyhow. “This way, Miss Smith,” she said. Obviously not my […]
Laika, the first animal launched into orbit, paving the way for human spaceflight. Laika Elizabeth Poggiagliolmi Heineken Memorial Award Laika came into Casey’s life gently. She was one of thirteen. Casey’s mother had read the announcement in the vet’s […]
Life becomes a video game as two friends try to outdo each other and see who has the best health.
Intelligent machines will be our salvation or extinction. One way or the other, their arrival will change humankind forever.
For the unemployed, the way back is dirty work.
One less than a power of two.
Always remember to kill your darlings Emotional Intelligence Jeanette Stampone Insufficient Credit Award The machines producing machines. They did it. They produced artificial intelligence. Only, to me, to the so-called robot, I didn’t feel artificial at all. When the humans […]
Dance with Death Nathan Godfrey The Spooky Jelly Award Some years had passed since my last Halloween party, but something compelled me to try again. I didn’t want to dress like the rest of the groups of scantily clad […]
An amnesiac homeless girl accepts the invitation to a Halloween party with the hope of tracing her past.
Pjs are the costume of choice in this tale of party romance. Brouhaha Shreya Parashar The Spooky Jelly Award “Isn’t pyjama the best gift to humankind?” You don’t have a choice but to believe. Pep talk, that’s what it […]
Remember what matters. A Moment Maximillian Stella The Audition Retribution Award Every time his fingers are snaking down my shirt while I sewing, I thinking one thought only: Huan…Huan…Huan… I say her name a thousand times a day because she […]
The old west ain’t got shit on Annie.
Best served cold.
The Test Tube Experiment Shreya Parashar The Audition Retribution Award She entered the hallway, skittish like a squirrel. She straightened her skirt crease and gauged the surrounding. There were only a few men around. Thames walked in; the […]
Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed.
The Purdah Shreya Parashar The Mutually Assured Construction Award Raul stands in his balcony and stares at the new house. His mansion, with rusted grille, mossed and cracked walls, peeled-off plaster flashing bare bricks, has stood tall for […]
That Generation J Paul Mutually Assured Construction Award Bob’s compact wooden house was as old and tired as he was. The paint flaked and peeled off the dry wood beneath it; shrivelled with age and neglect. Fence panels […]
War and Honour Guy McGivern The Mutually Assured Construction Award General Jenson marched into the room with the swagger of a man with an actual army behind him. Sitting at the table, he smiled at the man opposite who […]
The Middle Seat Sachin Sharma Mutually Assured Construction Award I glanced at my boarding pass. ‘Seat: 13B’ Damn, middle seat. I am jinxed to get good neighbours in a flight. I saw him coming down the aisle. He was […]
Separation Street James Croker Mutually Assured Construction Award No one dared to enter the yard of the exclusive freeman’s group. Our parents had warned us, when the freemen had first moved into town and built their stilted double storey […]
Drastic times call for drastic measures.
A CEO, a banker, a senator and a scientist get into a car… The Final Party Chris Wheatley The Oktober-Fast Award They were half-way into the middle of nowhere when the luxury anti-grav hover-car broke for good. “Jesus, Mike,” said […]
Being good at something isn’t the same as enjoying it.
Old rockers have dark secrets.
There’s a disease affecting writers.
It’s easy to get hooked on a feeling.