By: Jessica Wragg   The tracks of the underground train from the carriage window. Hot breeze of the last act of summer whistling beneath my blouse. Barbed wire like thumbprints and fingers and outstretched palms. No, the jungle is not the same as Streatham Hill, but the birds are just as loud. Jealous of our … More WE NEED THE FOREST


By: Lauren Cadogan-Grealish   I hadn’t known Charlie for long, had first met him just two weeks before, at the opening night of a street art exhibition in Shoreditch. I had written an article for Time Out London about the growing scene in Walthamstow and its surrounding constituencies, and thought it would be nice to meet … More BEING A PERSON


By: Soraya Bouazzoui    She laughed softly into her glass, sipping at the red wine. Don’t laugh too hard, her mother had always taught her. That gives too much away, gives a guy too much confidence. Be coy, make him try harder. Her mother had to teach her when to laugh at appropriate times, when to … More SIREN


Prose + Photo By: Benji CWK   I check out of the Hotel at 5.00 AM, exiting through the automatic doors and onto the streets of London. I am halfway between the accomodation I rented in South West London and my destination ahead – a return to London City Airport. It feels surreal. My old … More LIGHTS IN THE SKY


By: Bistra Nikova   Claire climbed the window sill. Outside in the street, Tom was having his first lesson on how to ride a bike. His father, with a hand supporting the seat, was running alongside the bike while Tom happily pedaled forward. Claire pressed her nose on the window and the view became foggy … More A LOST GLOVE


By Sofie Raphael   I saw a white, angelic feather on the tube seat. I smiled and picked it up. I slept through my alarm, I never do that. For some reason my phone battery died and it just stopped working, much like most of the technology in my possession. Can you image what would … More A FEATHER


By Caitlin Auer London’s seductive visage, her angular skyscraper and swaying side street features, began to evolve into an overwhelming toxicity– an entrancing figure that was far too intimidating to ignore. With the winter chill, she revealed a stingingly cold steel gaze framed with crumbling ash, stained brick skin, hissing smoke and gasoline wafting out … More INVASIVE


By Matteo Taccola   I was sitting on the same bench in Regents Park, close to the lake. Ducks and swans were floating placidly, unaware of the melancholy vibe that was filling the whole place. Typical, you could say. The grey sky of England can really do this to you. Instead, strangely enough, it was … More WET PAINT


By: Linda Lloyd   Some journeys take you somewhere else, somewhere new forever. When you launch yourself off that starting block, you have no idea whether it’s a sprint or a marathon, or where you’ll end up. In 1981 I was living in the sub-arctic climate of the unemployed North East of England. In the … More LONDON MARATHON


By: Safiyah I have these intense fantasies of spectating my own funeral; that I would die today and be the object of your melancholic affections tomorrow as I lay in the pathetic fallacy of a dark gothic cathedral in the middle of an unidentified plain. My troubles would be known to you all and conveyed … More A SELF-IMPOSED EXILE


By: Claudio Fedele   Disturbing silence darkens your sight We’ll cast some light and you’ll be alright We’ll cast some light and you’ll be alright Lucy in the sky with diamonds The maid had left the manor just a bit more than five minutes before. She had given the last, final touch of polishing to … More LUCILLE


By: Diego Melita   I am sitting on my bed, looking out the window. It is raining outside and the greyness of the sky makes everything look gloomier. I watch the drops slipping fast as they collide with each other. In the background, a long line of cars advances and stops to allow pedestrians to … More DISTANT


by Jennabeth Taliaferro

‘I feel naïve again, as you reach over and grab my hand, as if this were just another date, just another Tuesday night. I hesitated at first when you asked, remembering unsavoury dates in the past. But you insisted, knew a great little place with “amazing Spaghetti.” ‘ … More Spaghetti

The Chill Room

by Jessica E. Wragg

‘The meat fridge is an odd place to find sanctuary here. Loins of beef hang in rows like soldiers, burgundy and black, dry and mouldy. There are always appreciative coos and aahs when they see a girl with a loin of beef on her shoulder, her fingers wrapped around the bones for grip.’ … More The Chill Room


by Sofia Gershevitskaya

‘“You are not a vegan, are you, Joanne?” He went on talking before I could stop the whirl and say something, “you know what I like about you? You don’t give an impression of a woman obsessed with a healthish lifestyle.” He made finger quotes on the word healthish, casting doubt on the benefits of veganism.’ … More Sacrifice

The Bad Habit

by Rachele Salvini

‘Grandpa would be sick… He would be so angry. And most of all, he’d be bloody disappointed because I work here. In a chippy that looks like a Starbucks.’ … More The Bad Habit


by Franca Duym

‘Her city was darker than his; filled with students and single-parent families, the houses closer together. The buildings at her side of the city had a grandeur that only came with having survived centuries of architectural ideas. Being south of the river calmed her down, oddly enough. She’d expected to be more nervous.’ … More Tea