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Halloween was an unforgettable occasion for me some thirteen years ago. It was late in the evening, and my friend John and I had just finished a game of billiards, when the phone rang. On the other end of the line was an unfamiliar voice, which seemed to be...

 It’s the eighth month of the year. Officially, the seasons are winding in, the sunlight Pulling in closer and closer, pressing against The encroaching night, crawling from The yawning maw of darkness. It’s the eighth month of the year. Things with eight legs begin to shift, stir, Swing their...

Thinking If they say age is just a number Why should it feel like a deadline? Anxious to meet and to hold: Onto the rise of expectations that greet its Joy; to put those who wonder, Under pressure to achieve… What others can only hope them to.   If...

The morning was bright and pale yellow like fainting buttercups, casting a welcoming tint over his home. He lived in a country village, small and peaceful, but not quite isolated. The only sounds he heard were bird song, the tractors in the fields and the persistent, whirring motors of...

Saxophone sirens in dissonant symphony with horn blare of hurtling hornet blur taxi cabs, streets speckled with spectators come to watch the world burn in the embers of their cigarette butts.   You stand alone, still, aside from the lurch in your stomach at each fresh cacophony and jostle...

This months theme kicks off the academic year by centering on ‘New Beginnings’. So kick back, relax and press reset… Step up, and step in The sun rises, the sun will set The simplest fact we will ever get For some things are big; some things are small But...

The last of our six Fresher’s Memoirs, Arts Editor Esther herself reflects her own Fresher’s memory in ‘The Bar Crawl’ Clad in a short tartan skirt and a red vest top, I drunkenly stumbled down the road following the dregs of music and conversation that drifted towards me like...