“Terminal” by Talos Gidding

He teeters down the hallway, past valets, past cleaners. Snaking down the maze of lavish corridors. Of the Brunston Arms Hotel. His body is light as a ghost’s. Floating. His heart pounds, threatening to burst from his chest, or force its way up his throat. His feet barely skim across the floor. He glides over...

“In My View” by River Champion

“Zoetrope” by Mark Ward

A change in the quality of light, an eyebrow twitch, my father’s backlit body haloed in the door frame reflecting the impending - this is what getting caught means; being unable to move, wishing the world away from this, terror filling hollow limbs, shared spit absolved by emptiness, knowing that this is the end of...

“pyrokinesis for beginners” by Mitch Cave

my body there dissolve into smoke i remind myself of how i am weakness pale kings surrounding me and fires that have collided consummation how i know how to turn fire on and off with the bones of my mind i find it hard to carry my gore along with so much nightfall i search...

“Deceiver” by Chiara Engesser

Part I   Sparks bursted into the deep blue night, as the the last piece of evidence for those poisonous feelings and memories was swallowed by the flames. The pain behind the black ink seemed to fuel the fire like it knew it was dying but wanted to mangle Her one more time on its...

“Holburn Station” by Bethany Garry

The flower that grew under Holburn Station where we had once laid great plans of love, grew taller in the summer months, when we drank to excess and I felt your fingers against my instep – heady and laughing, falling always towards the endless days of sunlight, when we grew in joy.   Now the...

Call for Submissions – Issue Two: Time

Vast Sky's theme for Issue Two is time. It's that time of the year when we reflect on all our achievements and regrets in 2017 (or in our entire lives). Do you hope to change or stay the same in the New Year? Is it time to let go? Have you been holding back? Is...

“Dwelling” by Cúnla Morris

I was told that the only home I could ever have was a never-ending you. And sure, sometimes it was nice - when warm light leaked on us as we lazed about for hours, But times became sour, and all we did was ignore ourselves. Everything was never enough. And I stayed in this rhythm,...

“New Ideas” by Darren Caffrey

Without child We loan out books from the library To be read by the nightstand These loans take all shapes But their size is always the same Too large to take home with us They read as they stand In order of height And by name if they are all the same height We like...

“The Hunter of Giant Trees/O Caçador de Árvores Gigantes” by Anttonio Pereira and Khaēl Del Santos

“Home” by Tagdh Dolan

Home is a difficult Word to find Through lightning and thunder A careless find It comes in soft whispers On cold winter nights Through lovers’ eyes And twinkling skylight I thought home Was with you Until you took flight Now it’s sweet nothing A blackened skylight My home is in moments When anarchy stands still...

“Exemplar” by Mark Ward

Nothing has been touched for authenticity. The dirt, their lives scattered across this makeshift romance; beds easily pushed apart, bodies indent just like hearts living for incognito weekends away from friends, parents, a life of false starts, pretence. They notice only sanctuary, a door shutting out the world erasing borders, boundaries. This is their chance,...

“Journey from the Underpass” by Aimee Hart

The red brick underfoot was the only place they didn’t struggle to keep upright as they trudged through the underpass. It was when they reappeared did the mud, thick as super glue, start to stick to us again. Their shoes, socks and ankles felt heavier than ever as the hours ticked by and the sky...

“Fifty Years” by Raven

There are no white lines on the road; the divisions are invisible. Out of the window I play at catching the wind in my palm and feel it pull through my fingers the way Burma shave slogans along the highway -- Equality. Solidarity. Heroism. Altruism. Unity. Struggle -- become the wind felt in passing and...

“The River” by Áine O’Hara