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Fiction. Dances, by Robin Harker. Image: in silhouette, a man sits in a chair with one leg crossed over the other. At his feet, a young boy reads a book with a toy aeroplane next to him. Behind the man, like a shadow, are two men standing intimately close. One of the men is the same as the man in the chair.

fiction: Dances

Dances Reading time: about 15 minutes He had always known the line of his life: to be as other men of his like and station.  How that was to be achieved was far less important than the fact that it was achieved; that he had maintained what needed to be maintained until early middle age […]

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Fiction. Palermo, by Jill Craig. Image: the silhouette of a woman looks out sadly over a wrought iron balcony. On the other side of the balcony are a couple with their arms around each other. In the sky is an aeroplane.

fiction: Palermo

Palermo Reading time: about 25 minutes The summer months are coming to an end and the town is emptying. Students go inland to the city; tourists return home; the doors of the many second homes are locked. In the calm harbour, the ferry has docked and buoys pock the surface of the water, bobbing lightly.

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Image: a frog is sitting in an egg made of pastel-coloured jigsaw pieces. Behind him, the wall is covered in a map of the world. At the top of the image are the words 'March 2024'.

March 2024 Newsletter

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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Drama. The Hole Thing by Philip Webb Gregg. Image: a silhouette of an open door through which is a black hole sucking in various objects, including a pair of trousers, a cat, a flock of birds and a kettle. Next to the door, a person sits, looking out.

drama: The Hole Thing

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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Poetry. Accidents, by Dominic Palmer. Image: the silhouettes of a man and a woman face away from each other. In the middle of the letter 'D' is a knife.

poetry: Accidents

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

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EGG PLUS FROG: new British writing. Image: a frog painted in a cubist style in pastel colours of green, blue, yellow and red holds a book and an egg.

news: It’s alive!

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

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Fiction. Journeys by Jill Craig. Image: the silhouette of the map of Greece.

fiction: Journeys

Journeys Reading time: about 10 minutes 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

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Poetry. Prelude by Jennifer Todd. Image: the silhouette of a young boy running.

poetry: Prelude

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.              

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