All The Good Writers Die Young
Piece by guest writer Amelia Forrest “Hello, my name is Amelia. We’ve met before and you think that you know me. I am a sufferer. It doesn’t matter what of, it never has.… Continue reading
Piece by guest writer Amelia Forrest “Hello, my name is Amelia. We’ve met before and you think that you know me. I am a sufferer. It doesn’t matter what of, it never has.… Continue reading
‘Racism’ is commonly associated with clear cut acts of aggression and obvious racial slurs. For instance, those infamous videos of racial abuse on Australian public transport that seem to appear every few months,… Continue reading
She drank twelve cups of Goon punch, and then passed out on the lawn in her underwear. She was acting like such a slut, I’m surprised more people didn’t rape her. Why bother… Continue reading
I sometimes stay awake, gnawing at the edge of my pillow, on the dying skin that peels off my fingernails, on the ends of my hair. I’m trying to sleep, but I can’t… Continue reading
There’s an episode of the cringe-y show Two and a half men where Charlie Sheen’s character is trying to pick up these two Asian women. But because they’re sooo identical, he sneakily uses… Continue reading
In my first year of university, on one of those rare occasions where I decided it would be a fun idea to go somewhere with sticky floors, dim lighting and $11 beers, I… Continue reading
“Arts? Oh. Well. And you do think that’s useful?” Even my friend’s practiced British politeness couldn’t cover up his disdain. Social etiquette forbade me from thrusting a boiled potato up his nose. I… Continue reading
Suicide is a concept and issue that is widely talked about these days, though it still seems to be something that very few people can actually comprehend. Many people believe that a person… Continue reading
Trigger warning: Nudity and sexual references. HBO’s Girls provides us with one of the most thought provoking representations of the female body on mainstream television. Cellulite, small breasts, stomach rolls, thighs that touch. Bodies that exist outside… Continue reading
Cherries, Flowers, V-Plates.. we all know the euphemisms. Growing up, I remember virginity being discussed everywhere. It was in every bad American high school show, the sealed sections in Dolly/Cosmo Magazine (which I… Continue reading
The above statement applies to quite a few people at my age/stage. We’re in our twenties, we’re quite possibly about to finish our degrees, and the money shot, the one question everyone keeps… Continue reading
There have been a few writing competitions due at the end of January, and I’ve been on a bit of a writing bender. I’ve been frantically trying to find 10,000 words. And put… Continue reading
In geography in year 10, my teacher asked the class to name different types of shop. I was a disgustingly arrogant upstart, desperate to prove her intelligence. So when everyone had done the… Continue reading