Weekend(s) Broke. Barely money to buy. “Bullshit. Borrow some.” Sorry mum. Bang. Beats HEAVY. Banter. “Break it.” Pill broken. Swallowed. Now to use the powder as a bomb. New text. “Bare eads ere. Don’t gurn.” Teeth gritted. Barrier. Skrillex. Skankin. Blood flowing, throat burning…. “Five quid for a double.” Fuck that. Everything’s a blur. Finally,…
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Train of Thought by Steffan Jenkins
I realize trains are hateful things, commuters packed into mobile sardine tins. There are people who think reservations are vague, and some rundown chap who might have the plague. The screaming child is always sat next to you, and bugger me! Signal failure at Crewe! Back in first class, the banker who’s plastered and the…
Mein Bart by Thomas Drage
I have dedicated myself to my beard, To society’s furious, futile frustration. I will not bow, I will not be sheared. My clean shaven reputation, forever smeared, And you may put me to the rack of degradation, But I will not bow, I will not be sheared. My dark, dense defiance should surely…
UNLOAD PROMPTLY by Seb Charlton
Upon arriving at university, never have I encountered such complexity, as washing my clothes. How does one confidently say if light grey is washed with white or darks? I’m just not cut out for this lark. As I approach the machine, it’s quite obscene, and my hands start to sweat. I’ve never read good housekeeping…
The Boy of Venzone by James Repp
Stopping just short of his mother’s house Alessandro could see his brother Santo had not arrived yet. The house was a three-storey terraced home just off of a small piazza. Alessandro had not visited for over a year and was surprised at the appearance of the property. The shabby, green wooden shutters were peeling in…
Peace at Last by Anna Tupling
I hate Tuesdays! Tuesday is the day we have P.E. at school and also the day that we have to visit grandpa in the home. I don’t like it in the home, the people are all old and don’t really know that you are there… and it smells. Mama makes us go, she says it…
Ignorance of Nature’s Supremacy by Emma Bate
Hidden away in Northern Italy, a quaint alpine village inhabited the Piave Valley. For centuries Longarone had been left undisturbed, until one fatal night on 9th October 1963 where man’s thirst for technological power and economic growth led to the destruction and devastation of entire villages and more than 2000 of their residents. The dam…