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Future Days – Gwen Hilton

They don’t tip and then they ask me to talk, unburden myself. And they think that’s the same. And then they take it further. As if they’ve done something… more. Most guys, well. Yeah. A lot of guys, not you, I’m sorry to put this on you, but it’s true. A lot of guys will tell you it’s okay to talk openly with them. That’s what they want. They want it more than anything else.

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does the room stay still when you sleep – Adedapo Adeniyi & Mariam Onipede

kansola wakes up and is met with darkness, it is 3am 

her eyebags weigh with the sleep left in it, she moves slowly making her way to the bathroom 

she opens the bathroom door and instead of the shower or toilet seat, she is met with a market place in the night time bustling with vendors 

atarodo atarodo, pepper pepper… epa,

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Miami Story – Claudia Azalde

I’m feeling like James Bond but a girl as I’m being driven around by these attractive men in a low to the ground car through the dark streets of Miami. A bottle of Hennessy is cradled between my thighs in the backseat, the dark liquor sloshing around as a slow Bad Bunny song plays on the stereo. After a few beers they ask if we want to go to the beach and naturally,

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Wild Game – Emma Rose Jacobson

I have always been fascinated with drowning. I can imagine the figure as a feather in the water, drifting lower, back and forth, until all the holes in the body clog up. From then on it’s all dead weight, sinking like hidden treasure to rot out of sight and out of mind. Sometimes I chug glasses of water in rapid succession until I’m coughing to try and simulate how I believe it would feel to be tossed like a game piece in the sprawling waves.

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