WE NEED THE FOREST

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

BEING A PERSON

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

SIREN

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

LIGHTS IN THE SKY

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

A LOST GLOVE

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

A FEATHER

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

A SELF-IMPOSED EXILE

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

LUCILLE

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

DISTANT

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