Behind every social media post is a young person who only craves to fit in, People who sit there wishing they were someone who came up on their for you page, They can feel like they are trapped in a cage, All because they believed what they saw on their phones, Now they sit silently …
I awake to the sounds of the city surrounding me, I check my phone – no new notifications Great. Another day of doing the same thing Over and over year after year- When will it end? On the bus the same faces, Same people talking Everyone’s in their own bubble Their own repetitive routine When …
The tea had gone cold again. Arthur starred into the mug, watching a dust mote drift across his reflection. He saw a man with deep, carved-out valleys around his eyes. “Arthur?” The voice came from the doorway, warm and familiar. A woman stood there holding laundry. She had moss-green eyes and a small, crescent scar …
“Are you for real?” I typed on the chat box half joking and half serious. PING! “Of course, I am why would you think I’m not.” The chat box appeared almost to suddenly like they already knew what I was going to ask. My fingers hovered above the randomly scattered letters on my phone. Me …
The blue light fades, the screens go dark, The government has made its mark. No TikTok trends, no Insta grid, They locked the gates and flipped the lid. From London down to Sydney’s shores, They’re sealing up the digital doors. At fifteen years, we’re locked outside, With nowhere left to scroll or hide. You …
Lately, I find myself questioning things I never used to think twice about. A photo, a message, even a simple “How are you?” they all carry a strange weight now. Not because they are complicated, but because they might not be real. Or at least, not entirely. We live in a time where everything can …
The screen becomes a stage, as if I’m trapped inside a cage. I change the lens, I smooth the skin, to conceal the insecurity held within. But the filters went way too far, a mask of who you really are. A perfect jaw and plumped lips, my skin is smooth to the tip. …
At 7:30 AM, my alarm goes off. I moan and complain, scrolling through my phone for twenty minutes before finally getting dressed, brushing my teeth, and packing my bag. Off I go to school, wishing I could just stay in bed At that exact moment, seven time zones away, another girl my age wakes up. …
Iris a university student has a new neighbour that has moved next door last night. She didn’t know what to think of him yet as he looked 19 but 40 at the same time. Iris decided to be a good neibour and bake some cookies she mixed in a generous amount of chocolate chips and …
