On Rising

A year and a half ago, I did not know how to bake. I also did not know that I had something…

By Sarah Cooke

Taking Sides

My memories of my late Popo hang in a deafening silence. They come to me not as moving frames, but as vivid…

By Kat Nugent

In My Blood

These summers in the countryside of Denmark, once so breathlessly long and sticky – sand in my shoes constantly, hair slick with…

By Camilla Ackley

M.E. and I

I’d like to start off by providing some precise statistics on my illness; the date of my diagnosis, the different medications and…

By Zoe Crombie

Homesick

“You want to get out while you can pet” my Mam had told me when I first announced my university offers. I…

By Jessica Adams

Digital Dancer

You would have to twist it out of me, but I could talk about dance until the end of time.  As it…

By Shelby Traynor

Breaststroke in Tesco

Toes to the wall behind and fingers to the wall ahead. Palms down and splayed thumbs whispering to the touch. To pull…

By Chloe Weare

Learning to Lose

I’ve never been very good at losing things. Or should I say, I’m perfectly apt at losing them, but I’ve never been…

By Faith Newcombe

An Unwelcome Guest

Anxiety moved in with me and my boyfriend around 18 months ago, and to say the transition of our cohabiting has been…

By Emily Smith

Big City, Big Heart

Before I left home, I had to have an x-ray. I have a crick in between my ribs, on my left side.…

By Shelby Traynor
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