They were quite beautiful. Not in a conventional way, but one that snuck up on you and whispered in your ear. Their hair was longer
by David Clark The huge metal door swung open with a loud and uncomfortable creak, allowing Jack to enter and assess his surroundings. A settee
Dearest, Once again I find myself struggling with the thought of you. You appear in my dreams and we walk barefoot outside, on the white
As I make my way through the hellish white I am beginning to wonder exactly why it was that I agreed to attend this evening.
By Aryana Motaghian I woke up to birdsong and a feeling of regret. Ana is next to me, like a cat bathing in sunshine, her
The stench of blood stung his nostrils as he came down the darkened staircase. He didn’t know it was blood when he was fumbling along
Click The view from back porch was obscured by castles of white oak; skyscrapers of the woodland stretching skyward to caress then sun with their leafy
The music resonates in the spacious room. It’s soft, timid, but broken. He can almost see her long fingers caressing the ivory keys, ever so
By Fraser Wilson A shower of sparks and explosive colours cascaded from the sky, flecks of firework ash and gunpowder scattering onto the hedges beneath.
Kneeling on the bathroom floor, the tiles were painfully cold on my bare legs. I shuffled as much as I could in the restricted space
As you may know, Gutter is Scotland’s leading and award-winning literary magazine of fiction and poetry. Having recently launched Issue 04 (which includes the likes
Siobhan knew that changes were happening. Changes in her body and changes in the way her mother’s boyfriends looked at her. In a way she
Creative Writing Monday 24 April 1975 The army have surrounded the streets of Phnom Penh. The city has been thrown into complete chaos. City