The Secret Ingredient Is Always the Memories

Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood? Fairy cakes. That first warm bite, still slightly soft in the middle, takes me straight back to my Nan’s kitchen during the summer holidays. I’d be up on a chair, sleeves rolled up, helping her measure flour and sugar like we were creating something […]

Was Bunking Off History Class a Historical Act?

Who is your favorite historical figure? If you’re here for a thoughtful tribute to a powerful historical figure… I’m afraid I’ve let the team down. Again. Just like I did every Thursday morning in Year 9 when I ‘accidentally’ forgot my history book and spent the lesson trying to fashion a pillow out of my […]

Anthony: The boy, the myth, the Lynx Africa.

Write about your first crush. Let’s get one thing straight here, I don’t actually remember my real first crush. Not properly. Which says a lot. Either it was tragically uneventful, or my brain binned it along with my shell suit and any dignity I had between the ages of 11 and 17. But for the […]

Why Did Nobody Warn Me About Chin Hairs

You know what they don’t tell you when you’re growing up? That one day you’ll wake up and find a rogue chin hair thick enough to tow a small car. They prepare you for puberty, sure — although in my case, I have school to thank for that. My family didn’t talk about things like […]

A Place the Maps Forgot

What countries do you want to visit? I want to go somewhere the sun never clocks off. Where the sea is a mirror for the sky, glass-flat, endless, and so blue it borders on smug. The sand is soft and golden, warm like a just-used towel, and so fine it squeaks under your heels. There […]

There is this little place I know…

Tucked somewhere between memory and a dream, where time never quite settles and the air hums like it’s holding a secret. The sky always glows a soft, forgiving shade, neither morning nor night, and the breeze carries the scent of something old and kind. It never rains here. Yet the ground stays soft beneath bare […]

Just Give Me Back My F****** Bikini

Look, I didn’t ask for much. All I wanted was a cute little bikini and shorts set for my holiday. I found one on Shein, and there were only 10 left. TEN. So instead of playing basket Tetris to hit the free delivery minimum like a normal person, I just paid the full whack for […]

Behind The Smile: The Quiet Struggle Of Healing.

What we show the world isn’t always the truth we live with. There are days when healing feels like freedom. Like a clear breath. Like moving forward. And then there are days like this – quiet, heavy, and tearful, where I feel like I’m barely holding it together. You won’t always see these days. Online, […]

The Weight That Keeps Me Here.

A love that never left, even when it was never mine. It isn’t a sharp pain. It’s like erosion – soft, and steady. Like water wearing down stone. You barely notice it at first, until one day, you don’t recognise the shape of yourself anymore. You’re surrounded by the darkness of a cold, deep cave […]

🐝 Waspageddon: The Red-Faced Showdown

Been up since 3am, thanks to biblical thunder and the kind of thoughts that make you wonder if you left the oven on in 2017. By 9am, I’d decided today was the day. Final run of the Nike challenge — 5K. Doable. Not Everest. Trainers on, sports bra locked down, vest filled with water like […]