Leap
In those few moments, when I was three stories up, flying above the concrete with nothing tying me down, I felt a sense of freedom that I couldn’t attain anywhere else.
Fiction
Homesick
The ceiling fan whines as it spins, moving back and forth between two speeds. It’s doing its best to break the heat, but with the setting sun sliding in through the open window, it’s an optimistic attempt.
Was (and Is)
Without an after, there is no before. There is no telling what has happened, and what will. There is no telling if something was better. There is no was.
december, dinner
Digg sits at the table he has laid and wonders who is…
Richard McHugh talks money, class, and choice with Rory Hawkins
By Rory Hawkins Alongside my recent review for Glass of The Cutting –…
Judged
By Eurielle (Chelsea) Glenn It was being watched, but it did not…
Christmas Casual
By Nicole Jacobsen Beneath the clamour of passing customers the familiar tune…
Blinding Love
By Eurielle (Chelsea) Glenn The faint mumble of the television stirred me from…
Glass Fiction Week 2022
In 2021, Glass ran an inaugural ‘Fiction Week‘, which saw fiction…
Cool Girl
By Grace Harvey The morning sun ignites the corner of everything…
