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Our collections of short stories, flash fiction and poetry from current and past editions. Appeal to the Ancestors. Steve Melia. SHORT STORY. 2021. The HOPE Collection. The Other Woman. Hannah Glickstein.SHORT STORY.
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Lauren Busser is a writer of fiction and nonfiction. Her flash fiction "How to Unravel a Shawl" is among the selections for Best Small Fictions 2020 and her nonfiction work has received several honors from the Connecticut Press Club's Annual Communications Contest. Her writing has also appeared on StarTrek.com, Cease, Cows, PopshotQuarterly
APPEAL TO THE ANCESTORS Boredom is gradually replacing anxiety, listening to the muffled lap of the waves, looking into emptiness with the past and the present spinning loops through my mind. My father will be with the elders now, preparing for the ceremony, planning their appeal to the ancestors. I would never say this to him but I’m not sure the ancestors are in THEMANGROVERSTONEHILL Mangrove. Rebecca Stonehill. . . I am the marvel that is mangrove: torn by a hurricane from the shore and carried deep into the ocean where I find myself, adrift. By rights, I shouldn’t be here, for everything is against me. But over millennia, I have learnt how to survive and even more: thrive. Look at me, upright and homeless andproud as
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In the morning, waking to feed the baby with Sebastian sprawled in my bed: pale skin stretched over prominent ribs, grey chest hairs, quietly snoring. Ronan goose-stepping up and down the hall in just a nappy leaning on our hands, laughing and changing direction, for him to step is a glorious thing - where you end up unimportant.HIM AND HER
Vesna Main. He had upset her. It was about time she told him, she said, that his attitude was hurting her. She was undermined as a woman. Her confidence was seeping away. He said he didn’t want to lose her. He was prepared to do what was necessary. He was prepared tochange.
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A shiver creeps through her body. Her eyes turn to me; they are wide, alarmed. The sunset bestows a crown between her pointed ears. I speak to her in hushed tones, gentle utterances that always calmed her. She turns away. Another shiver. I press my spurs to her flank; she remains motionless. I sigh, pulling the coarse blanket closer. A BILLION MILES AWAY GARY DUNCAN A Billion Miles Away. Gary Duncan . He stands at the water’s edge and screams. “What about me!” The waves don’t listen, they just come and go, come and go, as waves do.PLATFORM FOR PROSE
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Our collections of short stories, flash fiction and poetry from current and past editions. Appeal to the Ancestors. Steve Melia. SHORT STORY. 2021. The HOPE Collection. The Other Woman. Hannah Glickstein.SHORT STORY.
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Lauren Busser is a writer of fiction and nonfiction. Her flash fiction "How to Unravel a Shawl" is among the selections for Best Small Fictions 2020 and her nonfiction work has received several honors from the Connecticut Press Club's Annual Communications Contest. Her writing has also appeared on StarTrek.com, Cease, Cows, PopshotQuarterly
APPEAL TO THE ANCESTORS Boredom is gradually replacing anxiety, listening to the muffled lap of the waves, looking into emptiness with the past and the present spinning loops through my mind. My father will be with the elders now, preparing for the ceremony, planning their appeal to the ancestors. I would never say this to him but I’m not sure the ancestors are in THEMANGROVERSTONEHILL Mangrove. Rebecca Stonehill. . . I am the marvel that is mangrove: torn by a hurricane from the shore and carried deep into the ocean where I find myself, adrift. By rights, I shouldn’t be here, for everything is against me. But over millennia, I have learnt how to survive and even more: thrive. Look at me, upright and homeless andproud as
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In the morning, waking to feed the baby with Sebastian sprawled in my bed: pale skin stretched over prominent ribs, grey chest hairs, quietly snoring. Ronan goose-stepping up and down the hall in just a nappy leaning on our hands, laughing and changing direction, for him to step is a glorious thing - where you end up unimportant.HIM AND HER
Vesna Main. He had upset her. It was about time she told him, she said, that his attitude was hurting her. She was undermined as a woman. Her confidence was seeping away. He said he didn’t want to lose her. He was prepared to do what was necessary. He was prepared tochange.
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A shiver creeps through her body. Her eyes turn to me; they are wide, alarmed. The sunset bestows a crown between her pointed ears. I speak to her in hushed tones, gentle utterances that always calmed her. She turns away. Another shiver. I press my spurs to her flank; she remains motionless. I sigh, pulling the coarse blanket closer. A BILLION MILES AWAY GARY DUNCAN A Billion Miles Away. Gary Duncan . He stands at the water’s edge and screams. “What about me!” The waves don’t listen, they just come and go, come and go, as waves do. LEFTOVERS - PLATFORM FOR PROSE On the second day, proper Christmas Eve, the lodged excitement erupts. We three rise to a fizzy feeling of joy, that sort of childish glee which although becomes fleeting after your teenage years, never quite fades under the right circumstances. Despite this sense of anticipation, the eve is not the real event. THE SUMMER BREEZE IS HERE! The Summer Breeze is here! Whilst the weather has become distinctly non-summer like, today is the day we launch the first of our summer edits 'The Summer Breeze'. Three thought-provoking pieces that consist of a short story, a piece of flash fiction and a poem. We hope you enjoy them as much as we did. TIMES THEY ARE A'CHANGING ( AREN'T THEY JUST...) With that in mind, and with some of the time that has been afforded to us, we've been thinking about how we might improve Platform. If you have visited the site recently you will have noticed some changes. 3 OUT OF 5 LEE HAMBLIN Three Out Of Five. Lee Hamblin . THE FIRST is smell. A heightened awareness of something most foul. Noxious fumes itching my nose, prickling my stomach. A BILLION MILES AWAY GARY DUNCAN A Billion Miles Away. Gary Duncan . He stands at the water’s edge and screams. “What about me!” The waves don’t listen, they just come and go, come and go, as waves do.DELAYED SHOCK
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