Poetry

Man Against Nature by Demi-May Sharpe

Here they come  In the millions  Marching strong  Axe in hand  A blood thirsty look  A desire to kill  A smile on face  No regret in mind  We run  We hide  We pray  We cry  Here comes man With their axe held high  We hide our young  Protect with our lives  We hold them close… Continue reading Man Against Nature by Demi-May Sharpe

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Advice

Great Books to Help New Writers

Sometimes, your mind might overflow with fantastic, creative ideas and an incredible energy to get started on writing something, but the actual writing is your biggest barrier. If you are struggling with constructing your story, crafting your characters or perfecting that punctuation, here are our book recommendations to help. Click the pictures below to find… Continue reading Great Books to Help New Writers

Poetry

back seat blues by Beth Phillips

the pavement is decorated in past lovers, girls like me with black-hole hand-me-downs, with a plan far too fragile to last the night.   and you taste like planes to greece, like the tension between our teeth, like that midnight goodbye before you take shelter on the floor, that penny carpet where my money once… Continue reading back seat blues by Beth Phillips

Poetry

Just Words by Sarah Williams

He is drowning in a sea of words. A language that will never belong to him: hypothesis, photosynthesis, thesis - conform. The teacher’s monotonous monotone voice drones on as wave upon wave of words pummel towards him. He catches the odd one or two, but most pass by as he slowly drifts further out to… Continue reading Just Words by Sarah Williams

Poetry

Camouflage by Bharti Bansal

Sometimes my face reeks of the disappointments As if someone will look at me And tell in an instant that I have wanted to die in the past As if someone will pass by me And the sweat of my body will tell him about how I coughed when I put my mother's stole around… Continue reading Camouflage by Bharti Bansal

Poetry

My Pocket Crumbs by Jack Stacey

I hoped my first time drinking I’d still taste Cherryade.   At 14, I had a beer, something from a dark bottle - tasted an early sip of hell.   At 16, I had a sip of vodka and coke, got it down me like it was mother curing my ailments with Cowpol.   I… Continue reading My Pocket Crumbs by Jack Stacey

Poetry

Capable by Miss Kanishka

Never have I known I've been the best con; Guileless was I, pondering I'm incapable of deceiving anyone... Don't ever think I won't show My demons and claws For I've deciphered your cause, But fell and was wounded; All my life I had to run For that perfection Which wasn't for me... It's the fury,… Continue reading Capable by Miss Kanishka

Non-Fiction

The Mourning Beckons of an Amicable Voice by Suchismita Ghoshal

Decent for the first time in a stretch of odd days, Arpan looked around the farmhouse searching for a more productive way to spend his day. He had been drinking heavily ever since his family left him last Tuesday out of a big brawl and, as he looked around the house, he saw many things… Continue reading The Mourning Beckons of an Amicable Voice by Suchismita Ghoshal

Poetry

The End of the Earth by Madeleine Ringer

O the melancholy ties chains around my hands and crawls to my neck as i choke with the pain of my breaking heart. i cry aloud “where are you? why do these roads lead to the end of the earth and yet still our stars do not align? Follow Maddie on Instagram at @maddie_ringer and… Continue reading The End of the Earth by Madeleine Ringer