Department of English Students Association
2nd February, 1888. I didn’t mean to do it. I warned her that she would be terrified if I took it off and yet she insisted. No. No. It wasn’t my fault, I warned her. My hands tremble, but for what? No, no, no! There …
Spine-chilling air hits my face, my nose numbing from the cold. I am running. Heart beating, almost as if it is pleading to be let out of my chest. My feet thump against the ground, making the briefest of contact with the road underneath. I …
Air as cold as icicles tears through my skin like the piercing screams of roaming forgotten souls;The moon drips with the blood of past murderers – so potent I can almost taste the iron,And darkness engulfs the earth, shuttering out all lightAs if a black …
A blood moon they said, they predicted. A supermoon to boot; a wonderous display of the ethereal shining its celestial crimson light on the Earth below. But that’s the thing about humans: prediction is never concrete, especially with concern to the transcendental. Selene just wanted to …
It is said that a town, which sleeps by daylight and works by moonlight, lies on the border of the Transylvanian region. As if it’s cut into its own pocket of time, cut off from the rest of society, this town is utterly self-sufficient. No …
We’d called Pastor Nick a madman, believed that a man of God would not rejoice in its croaking. When he stood at the altar, his hands reaching towards the heavens, he’d yell; “The stars will be taken! You shall all repent for slandering the love …
They had warned the masses of the manWho had a sick and twisted plan,Who was oh so very keenTo put the terror in Halloween. The candy man was coming near,The houses filled with fretful fear,I told Oliver to stay away,“The Candyman was out to play. …
Blood runningIn this bright black darknessEyes searchingFor something not heartless. O, blood red moonWhom have you swoon? Muttered. Mumbled. Muffled. A bloody streamMakes me scream.Slowly, swallowing, stepping.Hypnotized by the crimson Instinctively I reachMyself.The voiceless aches,Wearingly warns… O, blood red moonWhom have you swoon? Trying to …
Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you …
As always, we editors of TEXT are thematically linking this call for submissions to an upcoming 2018 literary event. This time in connection with the 132nd anniversary of Emily Dickinson’s death, which falls on the 15th of May. Although Emily Dickinson was an American …
Whilst hoping that you all have a wonderful Easter, we editors of TEXT bring to you our next call for submissions, this time linked with the comical theme tied to the 1st of April – April Fool’s Day! Keeping this in mind, all writings are …
Taking inspiration from current events, as well as the local and international news feeds, we editors of TEXT feel that this Dystopian theme is something to be discussed and put forward. With this in mind, all writings must be done and submitted in the form …
“Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same…If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.” With valentines …
“Short stories are designed to deliver their impact in as few pages as possible. A tremendous amount is left out, and a good short story writer learns to include only the most essential information.” – Orson Scott Card Building upon last year’s sensation, we editors …