I speak the language of a vanilla-flavoured day.
Just beige pastels, and an ordinary tint of a café-au-lait.
I have spent a lifetime crawling over a blanket of shells, 165 more words
Tags » ~Issue 6
I have this theory,
That for six days, I could maybe keep a goldfish alive long enough so that I could see you again.
On day one, I would watch the salesman pull it out from its home, and tuck it into a bag filled with more air than water. 237 more words
FROM: Rachel Charlene Lewis
The writers in this issue are overwhelmingly not straight, not white, not male, not established; the writers in this issue are women, they are queer, they are young, they are of color; this, in itself, to me, is magic. 485 more words
GREAT ACTS OF THE DARKEN ONES:
by K.G Bethlehem
Continuing on with this series of anti heroes, yes, the so-called heroes who don’t want to be heroes, but end up with the role only from their own, selfish (sometimes unselfishness, depending on the deed) act that greatly benefits the innocent in spite of the ends. 440 more words
A potentially biased collection of words about the Alton College Hustings and the consequent election thing
Now, this was originally supposed to be a review of the Alton College Hustings held a fortnight ago, but due to the sheer volume of coursework I decided to leave up until the last minute, coupled with my inevitable and inescapable laziness, I left it so late that it sort of ended up being an election thing. 1,918 more words