Sign up for next month’s newsletter content updates, artworks, competition news (and frogs) – direct to your inbox March on, weary travellers March 2024 Newsletter Reading time: about 5 minutes So we’ve made it to March! It’s the month, Dickens pointed out, when it’s summer in the light and winter in the shade. It’s the […]
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The hole Thing a monologue Reading time: about 5-7 minutes CHARACTER: The speaker can be any gender, age and ethnicity. Their attitude should be energetic but awkward. Dressed in warm, worn clothes. SETTING: In the middle of the stage sits a garden shed. Door. Window. Camping stove in one corner and kitchen just big
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accidents Sunday evening finds us in the kitchen. You’re washing up, I’m rolling flatbreads out with tension like a mortise in my gut. We’ve heard the news: a relative of yours, a garden afternoon, a sudden slip, and somehow, that was it. My hands still grip the rolling pin, yours soak in a
The mating ritual of the 3d printer Reading time: about 20 minutes Bailey woke, her heart strobing in her chest. There were muffled sounds from the door opposite her. A muted wail came in through the open window. It sounded like a baby crying, but Bailey knew it couldn’t be. She hadn’t heard that
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in that life I’ll have a dog or a cat and it will be the only thing that knows me, my spirit will wear walking boots thrust into the woods, my hair will be thick and understood, I will eat perfect mouth portions, have a single elegant bowl for each occasion,
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Reading time: about 3 minutes It’s alive! February 1, 2024 Hello! Welcome to EGG+FROG. We are a digital literary magazine dedicated to publishing some of the best new British writing being dreamt up today. After months of work, we’re proud to be able to share our site and some of the stunning work we’ve curated
Journeys Summer is winding to a close, and it has been three weeks since Eleni returned from the city hospital. She contacted them yesterday, postponing going back for her next placement. A polite, rational email which did not match how she felt. Her mother has sold the small patch of farmland – no sons,
prelude i So here it is. Sophie never existed. And yet. She’s the unfinished vitamins. She’s potential caught briefly in a knot of cells. A handful of heartbeats. The dates on my calendar made free.
raleigh 500 I saw him in the Aldi checkout queue adjacent to mine. He must have been in his late eighties, very large framed, in a childlike striped tee-shirt, a large man all hunched over. There was a sallowness about his eyes. Onto the conveyor he placed a twelve-pack of green 500 ml bottles of
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Those Environmentally Inaccessible Neanderthal Caves of Include Me Nevada Evidence of our forebears’ cliff cave pollution spreads. From way up here an irregular series of white dots. Closer examination reveals old washing machines, dryers left out to soak up some sun. If you listen carefully below the
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