I don’t feel it now Hair wet and cold and dripping Floor shining with unforgotten dreams An inch outside myself These bricks that once contained me, just A blackened well of failure Because I still hear you in the lichen; I can hear you in the seaweed; I can hear you in the sunlight: …
The earth sang, unadulterated and proud: it sang its unapologetic melody. Its voice shook and rumbled against the pristine and noiseless nature as layers of rock tore apart revealing an abyss. The pit seemed deep at first but as soon as an innocent herd of buffaloes stumbled in, the realisation that not a single sound …
In here was heaven, nowhere else I’d rather be. I turn my head sharply to my left, fixing my eyes on my colleague. He had several droplets of sweat that fell down his pale forehead as he used up all his strength in writing everything he could on the wall. I was doing the same …
“deī iratissimī sunt.” He wipes his hands clean of the blood onto a piece of cloth, glancing back at the mangled wreck of the sheep’s entrails that are displayed across the altar. The misshapen liver and twisted intestines sprawl across the marble: ominous, menacing. They have told their story: there is only one possibility that …
I once had a penpal named Salma. She was from Afghanistan and her name meant “peace”. Her epistles were peppered with scintillating dreams of becoming a doctor and exuberant outings with friends. Despite being four thousand miles apart I had never felt so close to someone. I joked that talking to Salma was the equivalent …
He sees it all around him. Marked by death – he runs from it. In every corned alley, lies a predator. The foreboding sky hangs heavy overhead. The suffocating fog seems to cling to his shoulders. The lamplight shies away from where it lurks, flickering and cowering form the crushing presence it brings. The silence …
NEE! NAW! NEE! NAW! The cry pf the police sirens pierced my ears for a brief instance, but it rapidly faded away as the car began to get smaller and smaller, lost deeper into the dark drenched streets of Tokyo. The cold chilled my spine as I witnessed numerous more cars race by – too …
9:03 AM. Alissa Stapleford darted down the Alley. Lambeth high school’s renowned bullies, Simone Smith and her devious peers, followed closely behind, all gripping malicious machetes. As they honed in on the opening of the eerie alley, they sensed a malignant energy. A strong force, almost deathly, took hold of them, compelling them to leave …
