The Clockwork City

Jona’s Story 

PART ONE Kayden Karabardak In the corners of this mysterious city, lives one unfortunate young man, who grew up selling mysterious potions from the young age of four. Things have been hard for Jona and his family since they went broke. Jona and his family had been living in the…

Lost and Found

Neve McSweeney The night was quiet. A soft breeze rustling through the trees. The small girl sat on the cliff top, her legs dangling over the edge, looking out at the sunset. The sky streaked with pink and orange and gold. Her legs swung back and forth as she sang…

The Reds

Elodie Wastell My hand is warm, almost too warm for my liking, and slightly moist, but that’s not my fault, it’s my dads. I’m holding his hand as he just got back from a trip to the other side of the Outer Ring – someplace called the Clockwork Common Markets…

Clockwork City Letters 

Hunter Kirkwood The sewers. Where do I start? After my experience there… no, it’s just too horrible to talk about. Why does everybody keep asking? Well, I guess I could give you just a little definition. Just a little taste of the unamely horror that they call the sewers.  Well,…

How to get Rich in the Middle Ring

Saskia Dodson I was drawing one day, when someone slammed open the door. It was my sister, Jane. She was out of breath, but had a huge grin on her face, the kind of grin she has when she has a great idea. Jane was holding a flyer that looked…

Escaping 

Jinx Taylor-moore Prologue:  The sounds of my pounding footsteps ricocheted off the brick walls, creating a vibrating echo that rang in my already-almost-deaf ears. A dim light cast down on me, illuminating the path enough that I could avoid stumbling over the crates that were kept in the backstreets behind…

Whispers & Walls

Leila Romanes That night, silence had a colour. My ears rang with the silver of the night’s hush, swirling like liquid mercury. The field was a desert after the harvest; I didn’t think that anything could have survived the conflagration of dry stalks. My fingers, coated with charcoal, traced spiralling…

A Night at Pat’s

Anwita Vasanth Koodalithazhathuveedu Well, that’s it for today. I dust myself off and store my latest project in a container my friends made for me, making sure to fasten all the clasps and tighten all the straps (alchemy is a volatile thing, after all).  “Where’re you going, Ed?” My…

Reborn

Sophie Nikolarakos I can see red, orange, black and bodies. I don’t know how to breathe: wait, no, inhale, exhale. I understand now. They run as if it is nothing. I try to walk forwards. Fear. I lash at the door. Another metal monster with melting wheels zooms past, but…