Are you for real? Animal testing is still happening. Tortured and scared, Confused and unprepared. Isolated – locked away, We need to hope and pray, For them to be okay. For the suffering to be over, Over and finished with, Make animal testing forever a myth! 90 percent lose their lives, Unable to …
I watched my feet trace predetermined steps in the grass. I did not like those steps. And I did not like even more the world those steps belonged to. When I looked up from my feet, I’m sure now looking back that I witnessed infinity. Blue skies that yawned and stretched beyond …
A smile. Upward curved lips—declaring a person’s delight. A frown. Furrowed eyebrows—vividly defining disapproval. It’s simple. Don’t overcomplicate it; view everything on a surface level. You’re smiling before my eyes. I can see you’re fine. Not that I’m worried anyway. You try so hard but barely any progress was made. A pathetic “tough luck” …
Masking the sun with their dark shadow, the clouds came in quickly over the rotting pub roof. Rain lashes down, thundering against the mossy windows. I sit alone, gazing out into the midnight sky before switching focus to the tv. The news. A crash. Flashes of blue and red transport me right back to that …
“Are you for real?” It’s the kind of thing your friends say when you tell them you’re not going to the party everyone’s talking about, right? But what does it actually mean? What does it mean to be real? Does it mean speaking complete sense, or is it simply a matter of how we feel? …
The blazing sky was melting into a plethora of gold and crimson; the misty clouds appeared as obscured silhouettes against the efflorescent hues. Exhilarated, Oliver withdrew from the steamy window, reclining in his cushioned seat- shortly, he was about to embark on what he envisaged to be the greatest trip of a lifetime… Although it …
The room was mostly dark but, with a digital spark, there was a dull light. In the shadows, pixels started to bloom like digital lilies. A shiny, clean face emerged on a screen, like an apparitional copy designed for the dark hours of the day. I could not tear myself away from it, mesmerized by …
Shadowy fog panned out as heavenly light flickered, signalling Jo to slowly awake from his slumber. The fog slowly thinned out and the noises grew, consciousness crawled back whilst realisation flew at him like a bullet. This wasn’t the plan. Where was he? “Damned company, something went wrong didn’t it, where am I?!” Jo shouted …
The pale morning sunlight filtered through the blinds creating a glowing mosaic on my dull bedroom wall. I held up my hands. For a moment, they didn’t feel like mine. The mosaic of light emanated, flowing across my skin as if it were liquid gold, illuminating every crease, every wrinkle and every faint candent vein …
I had never seen the true world with my own eyes before. Nobody had. Reality lenses have always been fitted over our eyes. The government claimed they protected us from things that could cause fear, sadness, or unease. Most people never questioned them. Why would they? Through the lenses, the streets were spotless, the rivers …
