This poem was for the previous writing competition, but although it did not win, the Nations Voice Editors thought it was worth publishing.

Do you see through me— into my shattered soul, splintered like glass? Like I do, every moment in the mirror. I see the evil inside me,...

The Nations Voice New Year writing competition is underway!! What we want: An original horror story (under 1200 words) based around the...

Oh so tempting. Oh too tempting. The muffin was alluringly serene, surrounded by the crumbs of its dead counterparts. Its golden brown...

“Don’t do it!” Ugh, that blasted angel on my shoulder again. Temptation is gnawing at my mind more intensely than ever, and my little imp...