I remember the first place I moved out to. It was still, serene, as all plodding outskirts of farm properties are. I thought it was apt that I resided next to a cemetery. It was the attractive part, curated with manicured grass and linear rows of granite headstones. At day, you were meant to grieve; at night, you were meant to avoid it.
A Five-Step Guide on How to Vote
By following these five simple steps you will be extremely well-equipped to vote in the upcoming election.
The Sea Wolf’s Hymn
The After will be greater, so believes the Sea Wolf. The After is imminent. The After will reunite her with gentle Setia, Setia who was taken from her, Setia Setia Setia. Gentle Setia is a song she knows by heart and carries with her always, an ancient call that echoes from ear to ear in the darkest moments of the wicked night before it lays down its arms and surrenders to the dawn.
Is That Human Hair? A Brief History of Mourning Jewellery
Love of the macabre hasn’t always been isolated to your local goth population.
Catharsis
A visual interview with Elian Au.
Crossing into New Horizons
Escapism is not a new phenomenon; it’s been going on for as long as people have been telling stories. Through stories, it is possible to hold an entirely new world in your hands; and for a few harmless moments, jump into it, and escape the real one.
Yasmin
Yasmin felt her heart begin to swell – a crackling fire, a wave coming in with the tide. Maybe this was what liking a girl – really liking a girl – was like.
Growth
A series by Sophia Thompson
The Pleasure of Baking
I want to feel comfortable in the kitchen and have the ability to cook for others, without feeling like I’m submitting to anti-feminist gender stereotypes. Can society reach a stage where this act is classified as neither feminine nor shameful? Can women reclaim cooking without it becoming a troubling throwback to an age of inequality?
For Ducky
I love you, so I’ll play the part of silver-tongued Hermes. I’ll lie, trick you, and tell you we have time as often as you need to hear it. Let another tomorrow through the door, I promise he won’t bite.