Sticky Feet – Zoe Chater

I didn’t get invited to go to Sarah’s house. She would come to mine and sleep over all the time....I never thought I’d go to hers. 

CHOKE – Hannah Mariska

Crusted dishes climb up out of the kitchen sink. There’s a pair of crumpled socks on the rug. He’s wearing ripped sweatpants.

You’re A Boozer If – Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri

How do you know you’re a boozer? Well, you’re a fucking boozer if (There are a multitude of ifs. Prepare yourself, you poor young man):

Requiem for a Friend – Dorian Sinnott

The two of us were inseparable— much like our grandfathers, who spent their time together overseas in the war as young men; not much older than ourselves. We, on the other hand, spent our time in dim lit pillow-forts...

Shaking December Off – Alessandro Pozzolo

I watch as we overtake an empty car-carrier, and see the jagged metal framework crashing into the windscreen, tearing into the carriage, into my flesh. Binary lanes, three metres distance, fractions of a second.