Creative Writing

Words: Briana Uzorka (she/her) ‘So, you’ve been at it for three years now?’ he asked. ‘Give or take,’ she replied, smiling. I watched from the

Words: Iona McLean (she/her) Every symptom is treated separately from the sickness, as though the suffering of the planet is not something we should internalise,

Words: Charley Carter (they/them) The remnants of him are strewn around my bedroom: the poster from the gig we went to (my first ever), the

Words: Ishbel Naraghi-Stewart (she/her) This tapestry is brought into existence by the light of the dying flame. Interlocked, intricate stitches are drawn together over passing

Words: Maddie Nisbet (She/Her) I think I can attribute my reason for loving live music, as well as many people’s, to this electric feeling. There’s

Words: Rana Beril Gülcü (she/her) what I missed the most during the COVID-19 pandemic were never the parties – it was the excitement to show

Words: Catherine Mullner (she/her) There is one universal truth crouching beneath the surface of our screens, pacing back and forth, caged and agitated: everyone lies.

Words: Natalia Nowak (she/her) /what is the difference between us/ Bored, I type lazily. Begin a conversation with a familiar voice, A little unconscious mind

Words: Alice McCloskey (she/her) 　　　    Andromeda,           Oldest celestial object                         seen by naked eye  　⠀⠀.⠀✦ ⠀. ⠀* ⠀                    A beacon in the northern sphere                            Against the

Words: Didi Marina Salonia (She/Her) Listen, winter doesn’t fuck about with pleasantries. It comes at you raw and real, like truth after midnight, like memories

Words: Kitty Rose (she/her)  Sometimes you have to be brave when you touch your face. Like when you turn your light off as a kid

Words: Eilidh McDade (she/her) For me, 2024 ended with abruptly packing my bags and moving out of my apartment. Having only moved in three months

Words: Severine Bernard (she/her) It’s sometime mid March and today, the first of my many summer salads is in the kitchen. I’m getting ahead of

Words: Didi Marina Salonia (She/Her) Glasgow was never meant to be polished. That’s what made it ours. For years, we knew it was coming. The

Words: Francine Gonzalez (she/her) ‘Then again, I haven’t known my mum before she was my mum, and this is not to say that she is

Words: Roxanna Pearl Beebe-Center (she/her) I was raised on a farm, where the summers stank of cow manure, and the breezes carried the sound of

Words: Frey Black (He/Him) That wig. It would be mine. I would care for it, treasure it. (Mournfully) She made a regretful collateral. Scene: A

I had gotten so dependent on your rulessness, each day the moon shifted slightly to the left. my salt-slapped cheek chilled by your blistering brutality,