FROM OUR ARCHIVES: “We believed that music is nothing but organized noise. You can take anything—street sounds, us talking, whatever you want—and make it music by organizing it.
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Cover Art: by Emma Coyle Contents: Letter from the Editor by Eric Akoto Look at Me by Sarah Wilkinson Playing Games by Rebecca Lawn I Died and Went to Hell ...
For this issue we asked for stories on exploring when exactly we feel that moment of Adrenaline rush? How do you get your fix of Adrenaline, and those moments of ...
Hotel room. Sixteen. Sheridan, the other side of town.
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There was an itch. I blinked my eyes. No, it was my nose. That was an itch. But wait, it was a burn. No, the burn was in my eyes. ...
“Follow me,” I said. “I know a good spot.” I knew as I was saying the words that I shouldn’t be saying them. With its heavy thumps my heart tried ...
In a wordless exchange I bought a coke and tried to bring myself back. I had gone to Hong Kong as a tourist hoping to see the way the people ...
“Sir?” The gun weighs a thousand pounds now, but I can still carry it. I try not to, mom, I try not to cry, but I don’t know if I ...
