HINDSIGHT

HINDSIGHT

01

FRONTBACK COVERIMAGE

erIN alISe borzak

CURATEDNaTalIe NG

W hindsightzineblogspotcom

by Sam Ross

HINDSIGHT

01

FRONTBACK COVERIMAGE

erIN alISe borzak

CURATEDNaTalIe NG

W hindsightzineblogspotcom

by Sam Ross

ldquoHer body carries clouds all the way homerdquo

bodmiddoty lanmiddotguagenoun

[mass noun]The conscious and unconscious movements and postures by which

attitudes and feelings are communicatedldquoHis intent was clearly expressed in his body languagerdquo

by P

ia W

ong

Silhouette by Pia Wong

Back up now for airstaccato breath wersquoll partakeour footsteps are their own racethis escape was never going to beone steered straightWe let our hands become grazed with time and passion and endless stories breathe in deep smell this tainted airwersquoll force every love-note restrain every carebeacons of shining burnt and rusted youthour smiles are quaking philosophiesand our fingers are trailing secrets Stop slow done now erase the yearsback up now for airbefore life drowns us allhellipSoothe your dried out skin your aching limbsYoursquore already alive my dear

ndash Loren Wann

Cosmic Love by Mitchell Collins

late morning skinLUCIA ROSE BUFFA

photography

Lucia Rose Buffa

Lucia Rose Buffa

I took all my clothes off and stared at my body naked in the full length mirror The socks stayed on my feet because the tiles were cold and unforgiving I didnrsquot turn on the light so I could only see the shad-owed outline of the slight curve from breast to waist to hip I studied my body the way a scientist examines a specimen It was beautiful I detached myself from this vessel I am not my body it is the vehicle I use to get around in everyday life and it was beautiful in the way every womanrsquos body is beautiful I didnrsquot lsquoloversquo my body as we are told to but neither did I hate it with a burning passion I appreciated that it was mine and that it held beauty within its form I admired it as I would admire a painting or a work of art But I will never let it define me

ndash Grace Dobell

His fingertip slowly traced her freckles that were sprawled all down her legs like he was playing dot-to-dot on a 3D level He liked to imagine the little brown spots each as a memory they all told a story like a token of each summer He traced three spots in particular he imagined these ones are from the time they spent a day at the seaside just sitting on the edge of the wharf listening to the wind howl and watching the waves dance below their feet the first time their lips met the first time he tucked that hair behind those ears and the first time he really saw the beauty behind that faccedilade That day the sun had kissed her skin and left behind its trails so gorgeously for every eye to see His hand travelled up from her knees and her thigh and to the curve that connected her ribcage to her hips it concaved at such a degree that his palms wrapped around perfectly and for a moment he just held her He could feel her body steadily rise and fall like the waves of the ocean that summer day Her gaze locked on his her green eyes the colour murky grass looks like on a day when the sky is deep dark grey and drizzles down endlessly Her deep rosy lips curved with happiness and let a peek of those pearly whites the loveliest smile he had ever seen Her teeth had a little gap between them and they werenrsquot perfectly straight but to him they perfectly perfect He let his hand travel up to her jaw line which she claimed was lsquotoo roundrsquo and he traced his finger down her cheekbones which she said were lsquotoo prominentrsquo To her it was all lsquotoo this and too thatrsquo itrsquos all just skin and bones to him it shouldnrsquot label who you are because underneath all that he knew she was so much more than that He held her wrists in his palms and he could see the blue lines of life hidden behind her pale skin such a fragile thing He felt the tremble of her fluttering heartbeat the con-stant pounding beneath the skin and he swears the world fell silent to the sound of her perfect melody ldquoYoursquore marvellousrdquo he whispered Confidently insecure she stared back ldquoCertainly notrdquo she objected ldquooh just look at the way my hair sticks up in every direction there is to go and the way my freckles make my skin look uneven and flawed not to mention my pear shaped hips and ghostly pale skin just look at these knees and these horrid purple circles that hang under my eyes and no matter how much sleep I get they never want to leaverdquo How incredible he found it that she could have so much hatred for her very own body yet he adored every little bit of her To him she was so beautiful so alluring by the way she reached for her tea cup with her delicate long fingers the way she would almost always wear knee-high socks even in those sweaty summer time days the way her freckles told a story the way her skin looked against his the way she would tell him every tiny detail in the current book she was reading and the way she could not remember what she had eaten for breakfast that day but she could remem-ber the first conversation they ever had or that night they talked about Jean Luc Godard films over dinner or the pattern the lines on his palm made or the first time he called her beautiful because she remembered the things that mattered and he just did not understand how everyone else wasnrsquot driven mad by this girl

ndash Audrey Pfister

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

bodmiddoty lanmiddotguagenoun

[mass noun]The conscious and unconscious movements and postures by which

attitudes and feelings are communicatedldquoHis intent was clearly expressed in his body languagerdquo

by P

ia W

ong

Silhouette by Pia Wong

Back up now for airstaccato breath wersquoll partakeour footsteps are their own racethis escape was never going to beone steered straightWe let our hands become grazed with time and passion and endless stories breathe in deep smell this tainted airwersquoll force every love-note restrain every carebeacons of shining burnt and rusted youthour smiles are quaking philosophiesand our fingers are trailing secrets Stop slow done now erase the yearsback up now for airbefore life drowns us allhellipSoothe your dried out skin your aching limbsYoursquore already alive my dear

ndash Loren Wann

Cosmic Love by Mitchell Collins

late morning skinLUCIA ROSE BUFFA

photography

Lucia Rose Buffa

Lucia Rose Buffa

I took all my clothes off and stared at my body naked in the full length mirror The socks stayed on my feet because the tiles were cold and unforgiving I didnrsquot turn on the light so I could only see the shad-owed outline of the slight curve from breast to waist to hip I studied my body the way a scientist examines a specimen It was beautiful I detached myself from this vessel I am not my body it is the vehicle I use to get around in everyday life and it was beautiful in the way every womanrsquos body is beautiful I didnrsquot lsquoloversquo my body as we are told to but neither did I hate it with a burning passion I appreciated that it was mine and that it held beauty within its form I admired it as I would admire a painting or a work of art But I will never let it define me

ndash Grace Dobell

His fingertip slowly traced her freckles that were sprawled all down her legs like he was playing dot-to-dot on a 3D level He liked to imagine the little brown spots each as a memory they all told a story like a token of each summer He traced three spots in particular he imagined these ones are from the time they spent a day at the seaside just sitting on the edge of the wharf listening to the wind howl and watching the waves dance below their feet the first time their lips met the first time he tucked that hair behind those ears and the first time he really saw the beauty behind that faccedilade That day the sun had kissed her skin and left behind its trails so gorgeously for every eye to see His hand travelled up from her knees and her thigh and to the curve that connected her ribcage to her hips it concaved at such a degree that his palms wrapped around perfectly and for a moment he just held her He could feel her body steadily rise and fall like the waves of the ocean that summer day Her gaze locked on his her green eyes the colour murky grass looks like on a day when the sky is deep dark grey and drizzles down endlessly Her deep rosy lips curved with happiness and let a peek of those pearly whites the loveliest smile he had ever seen Her teeth had a little gap between them and they werenrsquot perfectly straight but to him they perfectly perfect He let his hand travel up to her jaw line which she claimed was lsquotoo roundrsquo and he traced his finger down her cheekbones which she said were lsquotoo prominentrsquo To her it was all lsquotoo this and too thatrsquo itrsquos all just skin and bones to him it shouldnrsquot label who you are because underneath all that he knew she was so much more than that He held her wrists in his palms and he could see the blue lines of life hidden behind her pale skin such a fragile thing He felt the tremble of her fluttering heartbeat the con-stant pounding beneath the skin and he swears the world fell silent to the sound of her perfect melody ldquoYoursquore marvellousrdquo he whispered Confidently insecure she stared back ldquoCertainly notrdquo she objected ldquooh just look at the way my hair sticks up in every direction there is to go and the way my freckles make my skin look uneven and flawed not to mention my pear shaped hips and ghostly pale skin just look at these knees and these horrid purple circles that hang under my eyes and no matter how much sleep I get they never want to leaverdquo How incredible he found it that she could have so much hatred for her very own body yet he adored every little bit of her To him she was so beautiful so alluring by the way she reached for her tea cup with her delicate long fingers the way she would almost always wear knee-high socks even in those sweaty summer time days the way her freckles told a story the way her skin looked against his the way she would tell him every tiny detail in the current book she was reading and the way she could not remember what she had eaten for breakfast that day but she could remem-ber the first conversation they ever had or that night they talked about Jean Luc Godard films over dinner or the pattern the lines on his palm made or the first time he called her beautiful because she remembered the things that mattered and he just did not understand how everyone else wasnrsquot driven mad by this girl

ndash Audrey Pfister

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

by P

ia W

ong

Silhouette by Pia Wong

Back up now for airstaccato breath wersquoll partakeour footsteps are their own racethis escape was never going to beone steered straightWe let our hands become grazed with time and passion and endless stories breathe in deep smell this tainted airwersquoll force every love-note restrain every carebeacons of shining burnt and rusted youthour smiles are quaking philosophiesand our fingers are trailing secrets Stop slow done now erase the yearsback up now for airbefore life drowns us allhellipSoothe your dried out skin your aching limbsYoursquore already alive my dear

ndash Loren Wann

Cosmic Love by Mitchell Collins

late morning skinLUCIA ROSE BUFFA

photography

Lucia Rose Buffa

Lucia Rose Buffa

I took all my clothes off and stared at my body naked in the full length mirror The socks stayed on my feet because the tiles were cold and unforgiving I didnrsquot turn on the light so I could only see the shad-owed outline of the slight curve from breast to waist to hip I studied my body the way a scientist examines a specimen It was beautiful I detached myself from this vessel I am not my body it is the vehicle I use to get around in everyday life and it was beautiful in the way every womanrsquos body is beautiful I didnrsquot lsquoloversquo my body as we are told to but neither did I hate it with a burning passion I appreciated that it was mine and that it held beauty within its form I admired it as I would admire a painting or a work of art But I will never let it define me

ndash Grace Dobell

His fingertip slowly traced her freckles that were sprawled all down her legs like he was playing dot-to-dot on a 3D level He liked to imagine the little brown spots each as a memory they all told a story like a token of each summer He traced three spots in particular he imagined these ones are from the time they spent a day at the seaside just sitting on the edge of the wharf listening to the wind howl and watching the waves dance below their feet the first time their lips met the first time he tucked that hair behind those ears and the first time he really saw the beauty behind that faccedilade That day the sun had kissed her skin and left behind its trails so gorgeously for every eye to see His hand travelled up from her knees and her thigh and to the curve that connected her ribcage to her hips it concaved at such a degree that his palms wrapped around perfectly and for a moment he just held her He could feel her body steadily rise and fall like the waves of the ocean that summer day Her gaze locked on his her green eyes the colour murky grass looks like on a day when the sky is deep dark grey and drizzles down endlessly Her deep rosy lips curved with happiness and let a peek of those pearly whites the loveliest smile he had ever seen Her teeth had a little gap between them and they werenrsquot perfectly straight but to him they perfectly perfect He let his hand travel up to her jaw line which she claimed was lsquotoo roundrsquo and he traced his finger down her cheekbones which she said were lsquotoo prominentrsquo To her it was all lsquotoo this and too thatrsquo itrsquos all just skin and bones to him it shouldnrsquot label who you are because underneath all that he knew she was so much more than that He held her wrists in his palms and he could see the blue lines of life hidden behind her pale skin such a fragile thing He felt the tremble of her fluttering heartbeat the con-stant pounding beneath the skin and he swears the world fell silent to the sound of her perfect melody ldquoYoursquore marvellousrdquo he whispered Confidently insecure she stared back ldquoCertainly notrdquo she objected ldquooh just look at the way my hair sticks up in every direction there is to go and the way my freckles make my skin look uneven and flawed not to mention my pear shaped hips and ghostly pale skin just look at these knees and these horrid purple circles that hang under my eyes and no matter how much sleep I get they never want to leaverdquo How incredible he found it that she could have so much hatred for her very own body yet he adored every little bit of her To him she was so beautiful so alluring by the way she reached for her tea cup with her delicate long fingers the way she would almost always wear knee-high socks even in those sweaty summer time days the way her freckles told a story the way her skin looked against his the way she would tell him every tiny detail in the current book she was reading and the way she could not remember what she had eaten for breakfast that day but she could remem-ber the first conversation they ever had or that night they talked about Jean Luc Godard films over dinner or the pattern the lines on his palm made or the first time he called her beautiful because she remembered the things that mattered and he just did not understand how everyone else wasnrsquot driven mad by this girl

ndash Audrey Pfister

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Silhouette by Pia Wong

Back up now for airstaccato breath wersquoll partakeour footsteps are their own racethis escape was never going to beone steered straightWe let our hands become grazed with time and passion and endless stories breathe in deep smell this tainted airwersquoll force every love-note restrain every carebeacons of shining burnt and rusted youthour smiles are quaking philosophiesand our fingers are trailing secrets Stop slow done now erase the yearsback up now for airbefore life drowns us allhellipSoothe your dried out skin your aching limbsYoursquore already alive my dear

ndash Loren Wann

Cosmic Love by Mitchell Collins

late morning skinLUCIA ROSE BUFFA

photography

Lucia Rose Buffa

Lucia Rose Buffa

I took all my clothes off and stared at my body naked in the full length mirror The socks stayed on my feet because the tiles were cold and unforgiving I didnrsquot turn on the light so I could only see the shad-owed outline of the slight curve from breast to waist to hip I studied my body the way a scientist examines a specimen It was beautiful I detached myself from this vessel I am not my body it is the vehicle I use to get around in everyday life and it was beautiful in the way every womanrsquos body is beautiful I didnrsquot lsquoloversquo my body as we are told to but neither did I hate it with a burning passion I appreciated that it was mine and that it held beauty within its form I admired it as I would admire a painting or a work of art But I will never let it define me

ndash Grace Dobell

His fingertip slowly traced her freckles that were sprawled all down her legs like he was playing dot-to-dot on a 3D level He liked to imagine the little brown spots each as a memory they all told a story like a token of each summer He traced three spots in particular he imagined these ones are from the time they spent a day at the seaside just sitting on the edge of the wharf listening to the wind howl and watching the waves dance below their feet the first time their lips met the first time he tucked that hair behind those ears and the first time he really saw the beauty behind that faccedilade That day the sun had kissed her skin and left behind its trails so gorgeously for every eye to see His hand travelled up from her knees and her thigh and to the curve that connected her ribcage to her hips it concaved at such a degree that his palms wrapped around perfectly and for a moment he just held her He could feel her body steadily rise and fall like the waves of the ocean that summer day Her gaze locked on his her green eyes the colour murky grass looks like on a day when the sky is deep dark grey and drizzles down endlessly Her deep rosy lips curved with happiness and let a peek of those pearly whites the loveliest smile he had ever seen Her teeth had a little gap between them and they werenrsquot perfectly straight but to him they perfectly perfect He let his hand travel up to her jaw line which she claimed was lsquotoo roundrsquo and he traced his finger down her cheekbones which she said were lsquotoo prominentrsquo To her it was all lsquotoo this and too thatrsquo itrsquos all just skin and bones to him it shouldnrsquot label who you are because underneath all that he knew she was so much more than that He held her wrists in his palms and he could see the blue lines of life hidden behind her pale skin such a fragile thing He felt the tremble of her fluttering heartbeat the con-stant pounding beneath the skin and he swears the world fell silent to the sound of her perfect melody ldquoYoursquore marvellousrdquo he whispered Confidently insecure she stared back ldquoCertainly notrdquo she objected ldquooh just look at the way my hair sticks up in every direction there is to go and the way my freckles make my skin look uneven and flawed not to mention my pear shaped hips and ghostly pale skin just look at these knees and these horrid purple circles that hang under my eyes and no matter how much sleep I get they never want to leaverdquo How incredible he found it that she could have so much hatred for her very own body yet he adored every little bit of her To him she was so beautiful so alluring by the way she reached for her tea cup with her delicate long fingers the way she would almost always wear knee-high socks even in those sweaty summer time days the way her freckles told a story the way her skin looked against his the way she would tell him every tiny detail in the current book she was reading and the way she could not remember what she had eaten for breakfast that day but she could remem-ber the first conversation they ever had or that night they talked about Jean Luc Godard films over dinner or the pattern the lines on his palm made or the first time he called her beautiful because she remembered the things that mattered and he just did not understand how everyone else wasnrsquot driven mad by this girl

ndash Audrey Pfister

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Back up now for airstaccato breath wersquoll partakeour footsteps are their own racethis escape was never going to beone steered straightWe let our hands become grazed with time and passion and endless stories breathe in deep smell this tainted airwersquoll force every love-note restrain every carebeacons of shining burnt and rusted youthour smiles are quaking philosophiesand our fingers are trailing secrets Stop slow done now erase the yearsback up now for airbefore life drowns us allhellipSoothe your dried out skin your aching limbsYoursquore already alive my dear

ndash Loren Wann

Cosmic Love by Mitchell Collins

late morning skinLUCIA ROSE BUFFA

photography

Lucia Rose Buffa

Lucia Rose Buffa

I took all my clothes off and stared at my body naked in the full length mirror The socks stayed on my feet because the tiles were cold and unforgiving I didnrsquot turn on the light so I could only see the shad-owed outline of the slight curve from breast to waist to hip I studied my body the way a scientist examines a specimen It was beautiful I detached myself from this vessel I am not my body it is the vehicle I use to get around in everyday life and it was beautiful in the way every womanrsquos body is beautiful I didnrsquot lsquoloversquo my body as we are told to but neither did I hate it with a burning passion I appreciated that it was mine and that it held beauty within its form I admired it as I would admire a painting or a work of art But I will never let it define me

ndash Grace Dobell

His fingertip slowly traced her freckles that were sprawled all down her legs like he was playing dot-to-dot on a 3D level He liked to imagine the little brown spots each as a memory they all told a story like a token of each summer He traced three spots in particular he imagined these ones are from the time they spent a day at the seaside just sitting on the edge of the wharf listening to the wind howl and watching the waves dance below their feet the first time their lips met the first time he tucked that hair behind those ears and the first time he really saw the beauty behind that faccedilade That day the sun had kissed her skin and left behind its trails so gorgeously for every eye to see His hand travelled up from her knees and her thigh and to the curve that connected her ribcage to her hips it concaved at such a degree that his palms wrapped around perfectly and for a moment he just held her He could feel her body steadily rise and fall like the waves of the ocean that summer day Her gaze locked on his her green eyes the colour murky grass looks like on a day when the sky is deep dark grey and drizzles down endlessly Her deep rosy lips curved with happiness and let a peek of those pearly whites the loveliest smile he had ever seen Her teeth had a little gap between them and they werenrsquot perfectly straight but to him they perfectly perfect He let his hand travel up to her jaw line which she claimed was lsquotoo roundrsquo and he traced his finger down her cheekbones which she said were lsquotoo prominentrsquo To her it was all lsquotoo this and too thatrsquo itrsquos all just skin and bones to him it shouldnrsquot label who you are because underneath all that he knew she was so much more than that He held her wrists in his palms and he could see the blue lines of life hidden behind her pale skin such a fragile thing He felt the tremble of her fluttering heartbeat the con-stant pounding beneath the skin and he swears the world fell silent to the sound of her perfect melody ldquoYoursquore marvellousrdquo he whispered Confidently insecure she stared back ldquoCertainly notrdquo she objected ldquooh just look at the way my hair sticks up in every direction there is to go and the way my freckles make my skin look uneven and flawed not to mention my pear shaped hips and ghostly pale skin just look at these knees and these horrid purple circles that hang under my eyes and no matter how much sleep I get they never want to leaverdquo How incredible he found it that she could have so much hatred for her very own body yet he adored every little bit of her To him she was so beautiful so alluring by the way she reached for her tea cup with her delicate long fingers the way she would almost always wear knee-high socks even in those sweaty summer time days the way her freckles told a story the way her skin looked against his the way she would tell him every tiny detail in the current book she was reading and the way she could not remember what she had eaten for breakfast that day but she could remem-ber the first conversation they ever had or that night they talked about Jean Luc Godard films over dinner or the pattern the lines on his palm made or the first time he called her beautiful because she remembered the things that mattered and he just did not understand how everyone else wasnrsquot driven mad by this girl

ndash Audrey Pfister

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Cosmic Love by Mitchell Collins

late morning skinLUCIA ROSE BUFFA

photography

Lucia Rose Buffa

Lucia Rose Buffa

I took all my clothes off and stared at my body naked in the full length mirror The socks stayed on my feet because the tiles were cold and unforgiving I didnrsquot turn on the light so I could only see the shad-owed outline of the slight curve from breast to waist to hip I studied my body the way a scientist examines a specimen It was beautiful I detached myself from this vessel I am not my body it is the vehicle I use to get around in everyday life and it was beautiful in the way every womanrsquos body is beautiful I didnrsquot lsquoloversquo my body as we are told to but neither did I hate it with a burning passion I appreciated that it was mine and that it held beauty within its form I admired it as I would admire a painting or a work of art But I will never let it define me

ndash Grace Dobell

His fingertip slowly traced her freckles that were sprawled all down her legs like he was playing dot-to-dot on a 3D level He liked to imagine the little brown spots each as a memory they all told a story like a token of each summer He traced three spots in particular he imagined these ones are from the time they spent a day at the seaside just sitting on the edge of the wharf listening to the wind howl and watching the waves dance below their feet the first time their lips met the first time he tucked that hair behind those ears and the first time he really saw the beauty behind that faccedilade That day the sun had kissed her skin and left behind its trails so gorgeously for every eye to see His hand travelled up from her knees and her thigh and to the curve that connected her ribcage to her hips it concaved at such a degree that his palms wrapped around perfectly and for a moment he just held her He could feel her body steadily rise and fall like the waves of the ocean that summer day Her gaze locked on his her green eyes the colour murky grass looks like on a day when the sky is deep dark grey and drizzles down endlessly Her deep rosy lips curved with happiness and let a peek of those pearly whites the loveliest smile he had ever seen Her teeth had a little gap between them and they werenrsquot perfectly straight but to him they perfectly perfect He let his hand travel up to her jaw line which she claimed was lsquotoo roundrsquo and he traced his finger down her cheekbones which she said were lsquotoo prominentrsquo To her it was all lsquotoo this and too thatrsquo itrsquos all just skin and bones to him it shouldnrsquot label who you are because underneath all that he knew she was so much more than that He held her wrists in his palms and he could see the blue lines of life hidden behind her pale skin such a fragile thing He felt the tremble of her fluttering heartbeat the con-stant pounding beneath the skin and he swears the world fell silent to the sound of her perfect melody ldquoYoursquore marvellousrdquo he whispered Confidently insecure she stared back ldquoCertainly notrdquo she objected ldquooh just look at the way my hair sticks up in every direction there is to go and the way my freckles make my skin look uneven and flawed not to mention my pear shaped hips and ghostly pale skin just look at these knees and these horrid purple circles that hang under my eyes and no matter how much sleep I get they never want to leaverdquo How incredible he found it that she could have so much hatred for her very own body yet he adored every little bit of her To him she was so beautiful so alluring by the way she reached for her tea cup with her delicate long fingers the way she would almost always wear knee-high socks even in those sweaty summer time days the way her freckles told a story the way her skin looked against his the way she would tell him every tiny detail in the current book she was reading and the way she could not remember what she had eaten for breakfast that day but she could remem-ber the first conversation they ever had or that night they talked about Jean Luc Godard films over dinner or the pattern the lines on his palm made or the first time he called her beautiful because she remembered the things that mattered and he just did not understand how everyone else wasnrsquot driven mad by this girl

ndash Audrey Pfister

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

late morning skinLUCIA ROSE BUFFA

photography

Lucia Rose Buffa

Lucia Rose Buffa

I took all my clothes off and stared at my body naked in the full length mirror The socks stayed on my feet because the tiles were cold and unforgiving I didnrsquot turn on the light so I could only see the shad-owed outline of the slight curve from breast to waist to hip I studied my body the way a scientist examines a specimen It was beautiful I detached myself from this vessel I am not my body it is the vehicle I use to get around in everyday life and it was beautiful in the way every womanrsquos body is beautiful I didnrsquot lsquoloversquo my body as we are told to but neither did I hate it with a burning passion I appreciated that it was mine and that it held beauty within its form I admired it as I would admire a painting or a work of art But I will never let it define me

ndash Grace Dobell

His fingertip slowly traced her freckles that were sprawled all down her legs like he was playing dot-to-dot on a 3D level He liked to imagine the little brown spots each as a memory they all told a story like a token of each summer He traced three spots in particular he imagined these ones are from the time they spent a day at the seaside just sitting on the edge of the wharf listening to the wind howl and watching the waves dance below their feet the first time their lips met the first time he tucked that hair behind those ears and the first time he really saw the beauty behind that faccedilade That day the sun had kissed her skin and left behind its trails so gorgeously for every eye to see His hand travelled up from her knees and her thigh and to the curve that connected her ribcage to her hips it concaved at such a degree that his palms wrapped around perfectly and for a moment he just held her He could feel her body steadily rise and fall like the waves of the ocean that summer day Her gaze locked on his her green eyes the colour murky grass looks like on a day when the sky is deep dark grey and drizzles down endlessly Her deep rosy lips curved with happiness and let a peek of those pearly whites the loveliest smile he had ever seen Her teeth had a little gap between them and they werenrsquot perfectly straight but to him they perfectly perfect He let his hand travel up to her jaw line which she claimed was lsquotoo roundrsquo and he traced his finger down her cheekbones which she said were lsquotoo prominentrsquo To her it was all lsquotoo this and too thatrsquo itrsquos all just skin and bones to him it shouldnrsquot label who you are because underneath all that he knew she was so much more than that He held her wrists in his palms and he could see the blue lines of life hidden behind her pale skin such a fragile thing He felt the tremble of her fluttering heartbeat the con-stant pounding beneath the skin and he swears the world fell silent to the sound of her perfect melody ldquoYoursquore marvellousrdquo he whispered Confidently insecure she stared back ldquoCertainly notrdquo she objected ldquooh just look at the way my hair sticks up in every direction there is to go and the way my freckles make my skin look uneven and flawed not to mention my pear shaped hips and ghostly pale skin just look at these knees and these horrid purple circles that hang under my eyes and no matter how much sleep I get they never want to leaverdquo How incredible he found it that she could have so much hatred for her very own body yet he adored every little bit of her To him she was so beautiful so alluring by the way she reached for her tea cup with her delicate long fingers the way she would almost always wear knee-high socks even in those sweaty summer time days the way her freckles told a story the way her skin looked against his the way she would tell him every tiny detail in the current book she was reading and the way she could not remember what she had eaten for breakfast that day but she could remem-ber the first conversation they ever had or that night they talked about Jean Luc Godard films over dinner or the pattern the lines on his palm made or the first time he called her beautiful because she remembered the things that mattered and he just did not understand how everyone else wasnrsquot driven mad by this girl

ndash Audrey Pfister

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Lucia Rose Buffa

Lucia Rose Buffa

I took all my clothes off and stared at my body naked in the full length mirror The socks stayed on my feet because the tiles were cold and unforgiving I didnrsquot turn on the light so I could only see the shad-owed outline of the slight curve from breast to waist to hip I studied my body the way a scientist examines a specimen It was beautiful I detached myself from this vessel I am not my body it is the vehicle I use to get around in everyday life and it was beautiful in the way every womanrsquos body is beautiful I didnrsquot lsquoloversquo my body as we are told to but neither did I hate it with a burning passion I appreciated that it was mine and that it held beauty within its form I admired it as I would admire a painting or a work of art But I will never let it define me

ndash Grace Dobell

His fingertip slowly traced her freckles that were sprawled all down her legs like he was playing dot-to-dot on a 3D level He liked to imagine the little brown spots each as a memory they all told a story like a token of each summer He traced three spots in particular he imagined these ones are from the time they spent a day at the seaside just sitting on the edge of the wharf listening to the wind howl and watching the waves dance below their feet the first time their lips met the first time he tucked that hair behind those ears and the first time he really saw the beauty behind that faccedilade That day the sun had kissed her skin and left behind its trails so gorgeously for every eye to see His hand travelled up from her knees and her thigh and to the curve that connected her ribcage to her hips it concaved at such a degree that his palms wrapped around perfectly and for a moment he just held her He could feel her body steadily rise and fall like the waves of the ocean that summer day Her gaze locked on his her green eyes the colour murky grass looks like on a day when the sky is deep dark grey and drizzles down endlessly Her deep rosy lips curved with happiness and let a peek of those pearly whites the loveliest smile he had ever seen Her teeth had a little gap between them and they werenrsquot perfectly straight but to him they perfectly perfect He let his hand travel up to her jaw line which she claimed was lsquotoo roundrsquo and he traced his finger down her cheekbones which she said were lsquotoo prominentrsquo To her it was all lsquotoo this and too thatrsquo itrsquos all just skin and bones to him it shouldnrsquot label who you are because underneath all that he knew she was so much more than that He held her wrists in his palms and he could see the blue lines of life hidden behind her pale skin such a fragile thing He felt the tremble of her fluttering heartbeat the con-stant pounding beneath the skin and he swears the world fell silent to the sound of her perfect melody ldquoYoursquore marvellousrdquo he whispered Confidently insecure she stared back ldquoCertainly notrdquo she objected ldquooh just look at the way my hair sticks up in every direction there is to go and the way my freckles make my skin look uneven and flawed not to mention my pear shaped hips and ghostly pale skin just look at these knees and these horrid purple circles that hang under my eyes and no matter how much sleep I get they never want to leaverdquo How incredible he found it that she could have so much hatred for her very own body yet he adored every little bit of her To him she was so beautiful so alluring by the way she reached for her tea cup with her delicate long fingers the way she would almost always wear knee-high socks even in those sweaty summer time days the way her freckles told a story the way her skin looked against his the way she would tell him every tiny detail in the current book she was reading and the way she could not remember what she had eaten for breakfast that day but she could remem-ber the first conversation they ever had or that night they talked about Jean Luc Godard films over dinner or the pattern the lines on his palm made or the first time he called her beautiful because she remembered the things that mattered and he just did not understand how everyone else wasnrsquot driven mad by this girl

ndash Audrey Pfister

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Lucia Rose Buffa

I took all my clothes off and stared at my body naked in the full length mirror The socks stayed on my feet because the tiles were cold and unforgiving I didnrsquot turn on the light so I could only see the shad-owed outline of the slight curve from breast to waist to hip I studied my body the way a scientist examines a specimen It was beautiful I detached myself from this vessel I am not my body it is the vehicle I use to get around in everyday life and it was beautiful in the way every womanrsquos body is beautiful I didnrsquot lsquoloversquo my body as we are told to but neither did I hate it with a burning passion I appreciated that it was mine and that it held beauty within its form I admired it as I would admire a painting or a work of art But I will never let it define me

ndash Grace Dobell

His fingertip slowly traced her freckles that were sprawled all down her legs like he was playing dot-to-dot on a 3D level He liked to imagine the little brown spots each as a memory they all told a story like a token of each summer He traced three spots in particular he imagined these ones are from the time they spent a day at the seaside just sitting on the edge of the wharf listening to the wind howl and watching the waves dance below their feet the first time their lips met the first time he tucked that hair behind those ears and the first time he really saw the beauty behind that faccedilade That day the sun had kissed her skin and left behind its trails so gorgeously for every eye to see His hand travelled up from her knees and her thigh and to the curve that connected her ribcage to her hips it concaved at such a degree that his palms wrapped around perfectly and for a moment he just held her He could feel her body steadily rise and fall like the waves of the ocean that summer day Her gaze locked on his her green eyes the colour murky grass looks like on a day when the sky is deep dark grey and drizzles down endlessly Her deep rosy lips curved with happiness and let a peek of those pearly whites the loveliest smile he had ever seen Her teeth had a little gap between them and they werenrsquot perfectly straight but to him they perfectly perfect He let his hand travel up to her jaw line which she claimed was lsquotoo roundrsquo and he traced his finger down her cheekbones which she said were lsquotoo prominentrsquo To her it was all lsquotoo this and too thatrsquo itrsquos all just skin and bones to him it shouldnrsquot label who you are because underneath all that he knew she was so much more than that He held her wrists in his palms and he could see the blue lines of life hidden behind her pale skin such a fragile thing He felt the tremble of her fluttering heartbeat the con-stant pounding beneath the skin and he swears the world fell silent to the sound of her perfect melody ldquoYoursquore marvellousrdquo he whispered Confidently insecure she stared back ldquoCertainly notrdquo she objected ldquooh just look at the way my hair sticks up in every direction there is to go and the way my freckles make my skin look uneven and flawed not to mention my pear shaped hips and ghostly pale skin just look at these knees and these horrid purple circles that hang under my eyes and no matter how much sleep I get they never want to leaverdquo How incredible he found it that she could have so much hatred for her very own body yet he adored every little bit of her To him she was so beautiful so alluring by the way she reached for her tea cup with her delicate long fingers the way she would almost always wear knee-high socks even in those sweaty summer time days the way her freckles told a story the way her skin looked against his the way she would tell him every tiny detail in the current book she was reading and the way she could not remember what she had eaten for breakfast that day but she could remem-ber the first conversation they ever had or that night they talked about Jean Luc Godard films over dinner or the pattern the lines on his palm made or the first time he called her beautiful because she remembered the things that mattered and he just did not understand how everyone else wasnrsquot driven mad by this girl

ndash Audrey Pfister

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

I took all my clothes off and stared at my body naked in the full length mirror The socks stayed on my feet because the tiles were cold and unforgiving I didnrsquot turn on the light so I could only see the shad-owed outline of the slight curve from breast to waist to hip I studied my body the way a scientist examines a specimen It was beautiful I detached myself from this vessel I am not my body it is the vehicle I use to get around in everyday life and it was beautiful in the way every womanrsquos body is beautiful I didnrsquot lsquoloversquo my body as we are told to but neither did I hate it with a burning passion I appreciated that it was mine and that it held beauty within its form I admired it as I would admire a painting or a work of art But I will never let it define me

ndash Grace Dobell

His fingertip slowly traced her freckles that were sprawled all down her legs like he was playing dot-to-dot on a 3D level He liked to imagine the little brown spots each as a memory they all told a story like a token of each summer He traced three spots in particular he imagined these ones are from the time they spent a day at the seaside just sitting on the edge of the wharf listening to the wind howl and watching the waves dance below their feet the first time their lips met the first time he tucked that hair behind those ears and the first time he really saw the beauty behind that faccedilade That day the sun had kissed her skin and left behind its trails so gorgeously for every eye to see His hand travelled up from her knees and her thigh and to the curve that connected her ribcage to her hips it concaved at such a degree that his palms wrapped around perfectly and for a moment he just held her He could feel her body steadily rise and fall like the waves of the ocean that summer day Her gaze locked on his her green eyes the colour murky grass looks like on a day when the sky is deep dark grey and drizzles down endlessly Her deep rosy lips curved with happiness and let a peek of those pearly whites the loveliest smile he had ever seen Her teeth had a little gap between them and they werenrsquot perfectly straight but to him they perfectly perfect He let his hand travel up to her jaw line which she claimed was lsquotoo roundrsquo and he traced his finger down her cheekbones which she said were lsquotoo prominentrsquo To her it was all lsquotoo this and too thatrsquo itrsquos all just skin and bones to him it shouldnrsquot label who you are because underneath all that he knew she was so much more than that He held her wrists in his palms and he could see the blue lines of life hidden behind her pale skin such a fragile thing He felt the tremble of her fluttering heartbeat the con-stant pounding beneath the skin and he swears the world fell silent to the sound of her perfect melody ldquoYoursquore marvellousrdquo he whispered Confidently insecure she stared back ldquoCertainly notrdquo she objected ldquooh just look at the way my hair sticks up in every direction there is to go and the way my freckles make my skin look uneven and flawed not to mention my pear shaped hips and ghostly pale skin just look at these knees and these horrid purple circles that hang under my eyes and no matter how much sleep I get they never want to leaverdquo How incredible he found it that she could have so much hatred for her very own body yet he adored every little bit of her To him she was so beautiful so alluring by the way she reached for her tea cup with her delicate long fingers the way she would almost always wear knee-high socks even in those sweaty summer time days the way her freckles told a story the way her skin looked against his the way she would tell him every tiny detail in the current book she was reading and the way she could not remember what she had eaten for breakfast that day but she could remem-ber the first conversation they ever had or that night they talked about Jean Luc Godard films over dinner or the pattern the lines on his palm made or the first time he called her beautiful because she remembered the things that mattered and he just did not understand how everyone else wasnrsquot driven mad by this girl

ndash Audrey Pfister

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

His fingertip slowly traced her freckles that were sprawled all down her legs like he was playing dot-to-dot on a 3D level He liked to imagine the little brown spots each as a memory they all told a story like a token of each summer He traced three spots in particular he imagined these ones are from the time they spent a day at the seaside just sitting on the edge of the wharf listening to the wind howl and watching the waves dance below their feet the first time their lips met the first time he tucked that hair behind those ears and the first time he really saw the beauty behind that faccedilade That day the sun had kissed her skin and left behind its trails so gorgeously for every eye to see His hand travelled up from her knees and her thigh and to the curve that connected her ribcage to her hips it concaved at such a degree that his palms wrapped around perfectly and for a moment he just held her He could feel her body steadily rise and fall like the waves of the ocean that summer day Her gaze locked on his her green eyes the colour murky grass looks like on a day when the sky is deep dark grey and drizzles down endlessly Her deep rosy lips curved with happiness and let a peek of those pearly whites the loveliest smile he had ever seen Her teeth had a little gap between them and they werenrsquot perfectly straight but to him they perfectly perfect He let his hand travel up to her jaw line which she claimed was lsquotoo roundrsquo and he traced his finger down her cheekbones which she said were lsquotoo prominentrsquo To her it was all lsquotoo this and too thatrsquo itrsquos all just skin and bones to him it shouldnrsquot label who you are because underneath all that he knew she was so much more than that He held her wrists in his palms and he could see the blue lines of life hidden behind her pale skin such a fragile thing He felt the tremble of her fluttering heartbeat the con-stant pounding beneath the skin and he swears the world fell silent to the sound of her perfect melody ldquoYoursquore marvellousrdquo he whispered Confidently insecure she stared back ldquoCertainly notrdquo she objected ldquooh just look at the way my hair sticks up in every direction there is to go and the way my freckles make my skin look uneven and flawed not to mention my pear shaped hips and ghostly pale skin just look at these knees and these horrid purple circles that hang under my eyes and no matter how much sleep I get they never want to leaverdquo How incredible he found it that she could have so much hatred for her very own body yet he adored every little bit of her To him she was so beautiful so alluring by the way she reached for her tea cup with her delicate long fingers the way she would almost always wear knee-high socks even in those sweaty summer time days the way her freckles told a story the way her skin looked against his the way she would tell him every tiny detail in the current book she was reading and the way she could not remember what she had eaten for breakfast that day but she could remem-ber the first conversation they ever had or that night they talked about Jean Luc Godard films over dinner or the pattern the lines on his palm made or the first time he called her beautiful because she remembered the things that mattered and he just did not understand how everyone else wasnrsquot driven mad by this girl

ndash Audrey Pfister

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Christopher by Natalie Ng

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

ERIN ALISE BORZAKphotography

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Erin Alise Borzak

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Erin

Alis

e Bo

rzak

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Erin Alise Borzak

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Itrsquos funny how wersquore all so completely and utterly different every atom and molecule and vein beneath our skin is entirely unique yet somehow we all ultimately long for the same thing We want gentle fingers that will trail softly up and down our the spine in our backs We want a couple of dollars to go buy ice-cream on a summer afternoon We want to dance in the rain to kiss in the rain to hold hands in the rain to run out of the rain We want steady hands running a sure path through our hair We want forehead kisses and palm-of-our-hand kisses and full-on-the-mouth kisses racing with passion and tip-of-the-nose kisses too We went to build snowmen and fill the air with laughter so it mixes with the pretty snowflakes above our heads We want supple shoulders and bare skin and quivering chestshellipcollar-bones that rise and fall with every breath We want slow-motion blinking and eyes that blaze with uncontrollable desire We want blanket forts and an abundance of tea fireplaces and knitted rugs and maybe a brownie or two We want sea breezes intertwining our hairs with theirs We want the ocean tide to kiss our toes We want to talk for hours in candle-lit rooms We want to fall asleep clutched in someonersquos embrace We want someone to know us better than we know ourselves

ndash Loren Wann

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Untitled by Sam Ross

Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

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Still There

She puts the mug down andlooks at the speck on his toothHer tongue runs overthe same spacelsquoWill you fix it Pleasersquoand then a suck and slicein that placelsquoStill therersquo and he turns redand ink goes in circlesfrom his cheeksShe keeps at it ndash speck or none ndashfor another while

In That Security

I am awake andyou lie thereI can smell your sleepThere is not muchbetween usin this silencebut it does not lastand I will not restuntil you leaveThen I can sayI told you so

ndash Joe Brennan

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

I thought I wasa forgotten languagebut then you came alongtucked me under your tongueand learned meso well

ndash Shi-Qian Yong

I wonder about restless fingers that crawl jagged spinesand of the skin beneath themencased in layers of goosebumpsI wonder about the palm of a handpressed gently against the small of her backI wonder about the trembling trails of hair sneaking an adventurous weave down the arch of a neckand why the hollow above the collar bones shiver slightly in the nightI wonder about the lashesthat caress the rise of cheekbonesand I wonder where theyrsquove been before

ndash Loren Wann

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

GEMMA TOPLISSart

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Gemma Topliss

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Gemma Topliss

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

And the Demon Slept

Her skin was clammy - damp and murky and discoloured like the ancient swamp that lay just a few metres from her back garden Wrin-kles at the outer corners of her eyes made you wonder why someone so aged shook with nerves fear and the silent rush of adrenaline one frail hand was lifted to her quivering mouth and the other held a heavy metal demon It fit perfectly in her hand The tranquil breeze blew a tendril of wispy white hair across her forehead She hardly noticed Old eyes watered slightly fixed with determination as she stared straight ahead She could feel the cold blunt barrel pushed lightly against her temple her pulse throbbing violently against it a sweat broke out and she could feel the vile thing threatening to slip from her hand

In the next surreal moment the deathly quiet that had hauntingly enveloped her began to fade No Was that the chirping of birds She blinked and a droplet of water escaped from the corner of her eye Her fear-stricken hand fell away from her mouth and swiped away the tear The soft breeze returned and gently pulled the strand of snowy hair back into place In the depths of her subconscious there was a dull thud as the demon collapsed to the ground lifeless She glanced at it for a moment and with a little sadness she smiled There was more than this

ndash Loren Wann

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Self-imposed Exile by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Best Friends by Zoe Vyner Kasif

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Self Portrait by Evelyn Challinor

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

Trapped In Another Dimension by Evelyn Challinor

by G

emm

a To

plis

s

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

by G

emm

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Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

CONTRIBUTORS

Art

Gemma Topliss flickrcomgentle-insomniaEvelyn Challinor flickrcomphotos78622125N05Zoe Vyner Kasif flickrcom-pisces

Photography

Erin Alise Borzak flickrcomfrito93Lucia Rose Buffa luciabuffacomMitchell Collins flickrcommitchell-collinsNatalie Ng flickrcomdormitaSam Ross flickrcomtel0s_Pia Wong flickrcomburningskies

Writing

Joe Brennan Grace Dobell hazeltowntumblrcomAudrey Pfister justanotherwasteddreamtumblrcomLoren Wann hell0-hurricanetumblrcomShi-Qian Yong rrictustumblrcom

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