Many years ago, back before time began, at least back before smartphones and the internet, I shared a flat with a friend from art school where we were both studying Fine Art Photography.

The other night as we sat watching some boring show on the telly, a young man wandered into our back garden. I pulled back the blind to see him walk across our patio, squinting in the bright outside light, looking a bit lost. He did not look like someone trying to find a way into our house.

Eight Minutes to Reach the Earth

There’s so much potential for stories in unexpected places. Sometimes, all we need is time for them to take shape in our imagination. Let’s see what story you find here in this group of mannequins.

Her Long, Pale Fingers

Rediscover childhood memories with this quiet, domestic scene. Write about your reflections and stories inspired by this moment.