Poetry

Make Up by Keenal Majithia

Eyelash curler. Make me look sharp. Eyeliner. Define my eyes. I want people to be surprised, change their perspective. A touch of blush. Make my cheeks more definitive. Cover up my pasty skin so people see I have emotions. Though it appears embarrassment or humiliation may be more pronounced, As the pink tinge should suggest… Continue reading Make Up by Keenal Majithia

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Forever Endeavour Charity Short Story Competition 2020

We are excited to announce that this year, we will be running a short story competition! This is our first competition since Forever Endeavour launched last year and we can't wait to start reading your brilliant submissions! Click here to enter! Our aim on Forever Endeavour is to give a voice to and showcase the… Continue reading Forever Endeavour Charity Short Story Competition 2020

Fiction

Biggest Fan, pt. 7 by Heather Taylor

A couple walked hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, through the miserable British weather. Typical. August was the month of sun, beach trips and burnt skin – not drizzling rain and grey clouds, which were crowding overhead. Yuni held a decorative umbrella above them both, absent-mindedly twisting the pink shaft in her free hand. The… Continue reading Biggest Fan, pt. 7 by Heather Taylor

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(Un)conditional Love by Buhle Skosana

"I hope that you never fade away, That my memories remain unchanged. For hours on end on the field we would play Now my emotions are rearranged Please take me to a place of no sadness Where prosperity reigns eternally And deficient of this planet's madness So we can exist spiritually A million times I… Continue reading (Un)conditional Love by Buhle Skosana

Fiction

Past Striked The Present by Nermeen Naveed

After listening to his words, I felt the ground slipping away from under my feet. It felt like history was repeating itself by playing its sick games with me, again. I knew that he was waiting for my reaction while the others waited for my reply but I was so consumed by the sense of… Continue reading Past Striked The Present by Nermeen Naveed

Poetry

the suits are at it in the wardrobe by Oscar Stirling Payne

The one I wear for interviews, The one I wear for funerals. Feeling up the firm creases ironed into the thighs of the trouser-legs, steamed and starched lapels are licked by tidy cufflinks, the black plastic buttons catching on the fly, concealing inner pleats, that intricate machine-stitched framework of ligament and vertebrae that ripple up… Continue reading the suits are at it in the wardrobe by Oscar Stirling Payne

Poetry

Zephyr by Miss Kanishka

I could hear letters When no one utters; —ruminate upon thyself Weaving an alluring shelf; Broken fence , dried tree, Pale land reciting thee; Noise roving silently And silence being noisy ; —ponder the pondering bee Blinking upon Delhi street, to see; I lean on dusk the sorrow of my, When nature cry as raspberry… Continue reading Zephyr by Miss Kanishka

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Meet the Founders – An Interview with Becca

When did you first start writing? I think I was always an imaginative child - I remember making a whole extended-family drama out of my toys way before the Kardashians were a thing! I remember writing stories and poems at primary school and I even got an award from the headteacher for one of my… Continue reading Meet the Founders – An Interview with Becca