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Let Me Eat Cake
Content warning: suicide and eating disorders. ‘Wait, why can’t I see my nickname, then?’ I quickly type in. ‘Don’t I have one?’ I’ve...
Alex Blank
Dissection, Session One
Monday, September thirtieth. Two till five pm. The dissection room smells. But strangely, not as much as I thought it might. The...
Paula Lago Burity
Multitudes
My mind contains universes, spreading and growing, their edges tickling my brain. Worlds of thoughts, ideas and dreams strain against my...
Veruschka Haas
Of Monsters and Hermeticism
The monster let out an earth-shattering roar. The crows took flight, circling dizzyingly into the clouds. The wolves flattened their...
Nadia Mikail
Blank
Content Warning: single use of the word "rape." Five stages of Blankness. “I belong to the Blank generation. I can take it or leave it...
Alex Blank
Counting Sheep
The weight of my head rests on the softness of my pillow. I can hear each inhale and exhale of my breath. Muscles consistently bring my...
Suhaylah Ingar
Profound Remembrances
It is near impossible to forget the habits and peculiarities of a person whom you have once loved. At times, it might seem like you have...
Veruschka Haas
Flamingo Laundry
In Florida, there is still a laundromat. The shining wheels of cars whizzing by it mimic the steely spinning of the machines. Next door...
Andreea Scridon
Treats
For a long time the world had known that too much fat and sugar was bad for you, and could lead to things that could leave you on a...
Peter Endicott
The Soapdish Homesick Syndrome
I keep thinking about the soap dish. In Shoreditch, London, during this design festival that my mum took our entire parade to: People...
Rabia Kapoor @rabia2.0


The Mayor
His staff adore him, however, after a few cocktails his chief advisor will admit that he knows very little about who the Mayor is. If you...
Paul Thelan


The Truth
I don’t know why but, when I write, I always stop just a little ways short of the Truth. It’s a funny feeling, knowing it’s all somewhere...
Ainhoa Santos Goicoechea @ainhoa.jpeg
The Flesh
Holding it in a tight grip, Duncan could feel the random bumps and dips that covered the skin pressed firmly against his own palm. If he...
Sophie Perry


Untitled, 2017
He's hung his tshirts on the window. "Why do you do that?" I asked. "To dry them," he grunted, through sleep dry lips, and turned to the...
David Hochhauser & Lily Shahmoon
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