A lonely girl lying in bed, Nobody knew she was more than just resting her head. Age sixteen, trapped in a coma, Missing out on her high school diploma. In her head, she was trapped in an unknown world trying to escape, From a deadly monster named Vecape. You can hear the rumble, getting louder …
My eyes flick open at seven o’clock, as usual. My mother gives me my clothes, as usual. I get in the car, as usual. When we get to school, my mother says goodbye, as usual. I look around at all the other children. Why is that girl showing all her teeth and jumping around? I …
Jonah was a lonely businessman who was just scrolling on his phone. “31st August,” it read in the top corner of the phone screen. It was his birthday; however, he didn’t care. He just saw it as any other day. Suddenly, giant flashing letters appeared on his screen. It read: “Congratulations! You have been selected …
I was laying in bed scrolling through social media, before I was about to go to sleep ,when I saw a video saying if you put two mirrors opposite each other and touch one you can transport to a different universe. The universe could be good, could be bad. I decided it might be fun …
Fake faces Fake bodies Fake stories Fake hobbies People start to head to lobbies Of places ready to “fix” their bodies New noses, new lips New shoulders and new hips You change everything possible until you are left with a plastic doll No marks, no wrinkles, no sign of life All is changed by just …
I look into a mirror at a face I think is mine, But tracing back my childhood is a tangled, broken line. I remember summer mornings in a house beside the sea, But mum says we lived on land, and looks afraid at me. I remember climbing up trees and falling from a bough, Yet …
Thomas spent his undergraduate years wrapped in the comforting narrative of his past. He vividly recalled the summer he turned eight, deeply scarring his left knee after falling from the old oak tree in his backyard. He remembered the olfactory trigger of his mother’s cinnamon rolls every Sunday morning. He remembered the bittersweet taste of …
I wake up each morning, blue sky shining bright. I wonder if this world is real or built from coded light. Maybe God is guiding us, or aliens far away are watching as we move around, just players in their play. I see the same old daily rush, the running and the noise. …
Are you for real? AI is taking over the world And we are just watching it happen Are you for real? Climate change is speeding up While the politicians just stand there and talk Are you for real? People are still having wars In a world that is supposed to be civilised …
