No longer just a memory

TRIGGER WARNING:
– a clown.

Through the gates I went, without a care in the world…Or a clue where I was going. I ran towards the candy floss bar; it smelled of nostalgia from all the times I was tempted to put my hand in the machine to pretend my hand was made out of candy floss…it didn’t end well. Thankfully I shaked that memory away and the candy floss tasted just how I imagine clouds would taste like; soaring through the clouds to a soft haven, pink palace.

All I could hear was an old radio which matched with REALLY old songs. Pretty sure all the grandparents knew them since I saw quite a few grey-haired folk hesitating to to dance or just move their feet along to the beat. I only recognised one of the songs, whereas they knew them all.

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Trapped

TRIGGER WARNING:
– isolation, alone.

At about seven o’clock the cell doors were locked on the outside. All I could hear was silence; I wanted to escape but there was no-way-out. Then suddenly, I heard a child scream and all eyes looked forward, all we could see was a teenage boy; crying and begging to be let free…No one answered his cry, so he eventually gave up. The guards didn’t even move throughout the entire night, just keeping their eyes on each of us trapped inside cages.

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Dear Sally,

TRIGGER WARNING:
– mentions of knife; gore.
– there is the intention to smoke but it only ever gets as far as playing with lighters.

It’s your friend, that English girl.
Don’t pretend you don’t remember me but enough about that, you won’t believe the story I have to tell you…Remember that young American boy I introduced you to the other day?

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DETECTIVE JACK NOONAN, 15TH APRIL 1950

Investigation on the murder of Patrick Maloney

Patrick was found dead at 5:30pm on the floor, his legs were doubled up and one arm twisted back, underneath his body There was a small patch of congealed blood on his head, he must’ve been hit with a large, heavy object. We presume it’s metal.

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HALSEY – BADLANDS {CONCERT REVIEW}

Written by Rachael Cook and photographed by Rajalaxmi Watkinson.

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We (myself and Rajalaxmi Watkinson) started off the day by checking we had the right directions written down on our phones, all the right trains to get on and a vague idea of what way to go when we got there, thankfully Rajalaxmi remembered the way from the last time we went there and all the memories started flooding back from the last time we went to O2 Brixton Academy.

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