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

Poetry

Saturation by Amanda Fleming

With the saturation on high blurred faces in the sunlight overexposed selves bodies in the afterglow of shouting screaming I can\t hear you this place is fragile and caving in on us little kingdom full of life and light saturated land full of blood drumbeat heartbeat pounding like fucking open hearts just holding hands stay… Continue reading Saturation by Amanda Fleming

Fiction

Boarding House Blunders: Anna is Cast from the Nest, pt. 1 by Jack Hancock

I read Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe when I was twelve. It took me two days, ten hours each time, to read and digest every word. Every morsel of danger experienced by the Narrator on that desolate island with no food, I felt, blossomed through the vivid language used by its creator as the words hugged tightly… Continue reading Boarding House Blunders: Anna is Cast from the Nest, pt. 1 by Jack Hancock

Advice

The Booker Prize Shortlist 2019

The Booker Prize is famous for showcasing excellent novels and sky-rocketing the careers of any authors listed. Celebrating fantastic novels published in the UK, this year's shortlist hosts a diverse and inclusive range of books, and one of which hasn't even be released! These are the most talked about books at the moment - will… Continue reading The Booker Prize Shortlist 2019

Poetry

Intermissions by David Estringel

Never fails, folks always commenting on how young she looks, with her big brown eyes, plump face, and rosy cheeks. “So beautiful,” they’d say to her—at her, really— as if placating a child with sweets to solicit a smile. “You don’t look your age. So beautiful,”  they’d say— a hint of a blush now bellowing… Continue reading Intermissions by David Estringel

Non-Fiction

Travelling the Streets of Malta, pt. 2 by Sophie Terry

I’d like to imagine that most travellers would use a map or follow the signs posted in the city centre to find these gardens, however, I decided to look for it by going on an impromptu walk instead. The result of my randomised stroll left me looking upwards towards the cliff edge of the Upper… Continue reading Travelling the Streets of Malta, pt. 2 by Sophie Terry

Poetry

Is that how it feels? by Maham Sohail

The water feels so cold, Every drop sending chills down my spine. Is that how rain feels?   The air fanned on my skin, As I made a leap on my bed. Is that how a bird feels?   The smell of fresh lilies, called me in closer, Tickling my nose with its delicacy. Is that… Continue reading Is that how it feels? by Maham Sohail