Ahh, ‘The City Of Angels’… how I’ve missed you. The streets of 1947 Los Angeles sprawl before my eyes once more. I’ve already had a belly-full of it. Yes, that’s right. I fully completed the 2011 original back in the day. But this time it’s personal (and has upgraded graphics), so I’ll take my best…
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Two whales found dead in the Thames
On Tuesday, October 8, a humpback whale that was previously spotted in the Thames was found dead by the British Divers Marine Life Rescue (BDMLR). The humpback, lovingly nicknamed Hessy, was a rare breed thought to have died due to being nutritionally compromised. However, the Zoological Society of London (ZSL) conducted a necropsy and found…
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Norwich’s most haunted
With its rich history linked to the royal throne and Kett’s rebellion, Norwich is known to be one of the most haunted regions in the UK. In 2016, about 49% of Norwich’s population stated to have experienced paranormal activity, allowing it to clinch first place in the UKs ‘Most Haunted Cities’ List. 1) The Maid’s…
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Veganism: the real problem with fake meat
Demand for vegan food grew by 987% in 2017 and is now the fastest growing takeaway choice in the UK. Almost half of the UK’s vegan population made the transition in 2018, a clear sign of the movement’s growth. By 2025, it is widely expected that one quarter of the UK population will be vegan….
Creative Writing
Pull
I often think about all the loose threads I throw away. How many times I’ve cut the circulation in my thumb whilst pulling a stubborn cotton thread off the hem of a sleeve. The throbbing sensation as the blood charges back into my finger like commuters cramming onto the tube at rush hour. Those small…
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Stitch
stitch beneath my skin, the veins underneath my fingertips— need sowing back together again. the blood runs cold, too far from home, and all of the rivers start to look like oceans. build me a bridge out of thread, a life raft, life jacket, anything to traverse the stream, anything to traverse the ocean, anything…
Creative Writing
The Mouse and the Bicycle
I saw a field mouse fresh-dead on the path, Blood black in the mud of the bicycle track, his Eyes, and brain, and paws, and all, were Curled like a stone in the dirt – And so curls my brain at the sight of the gore, My eyeline dissected like mind split by tire, The…
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Period
Sharp pangs Stab my stomach On my back, In pain. A hole inside of me, I am not complete. My vagina is a gateway for the other. I want to take a needle and pierce the eye with red thread, I want to sew together the lips that engulf my emptiness. Red. Flesh. Raw. My…
Creative Writing
The Pleasure of A Broken Rib
It can be hard to explain The pleasure of a broken rib. Bruises bloom across the soil beds of your chest, The warmth of the consistent ache Almost like a friend in its constancy. Fingers press and jab and fondle just to remind yourself that Yep, still stings like a net of nettles. But the…
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