by Christopher Worrall – an autobiographical piece I had a dream last night. I was in a tower so tall that the ground below was invisible. Inside the tower was an equivalent of everything and everyone I knew in the world outside. There were crowds, and sometimes I walked through them, joyous at finding old… continue reading »
by Sandra Wilson – an autobiographical piece I arrived at the tall glass building and entered via the side doors. It was a dark chilly wintery morning. I switched on the lights as I walked the corridor towards the office that led to the reception desk. I hung my thick navy puffer coat on the… continue reading »
by Elif Soyler – an autobiographical piece Right before lockdown, I heard an old song for the first time. It was Carole King’s Bitter with the Sweet from Rhymes and Reasons, released in 1972. Those last few days were tentatively spent wandering around the emptying streets of Norwich. I admired the last of the magnolia… continue reading »
by Ersi Zevgoli, an autobiographical piece “See you in two weeks!” I remember my flatmate telling me as she gave me a big hug and a bright smile, certain that this was only a passing thing. My smile was a little more tense. “You won’t,” I wanted to reply, but nobody likes a pessimist. Or… continue reading »