A short story about a protagonist getting chatted up by a barfly - a look at how different vices can affect hunger or thirst.

This piece is about the discomfort of being an object of desire. 'CRUSH' is a part of the pieces with the theme 'hunger.'

This piece takes inspiration from a past relationship, and the writer's hunger to fit into conservative British society as a POC.

'Strange Songs, Not Kind' is a creative nonfiction essay recounting the author's experience with an ED. TRIGGER WARNING: Eating Disorder

All of life is a shifting stage and some of us are keen on never leaving the fulcrum of the script to others.

Do you ever ask yourself, 'How would I act if disaster played out in front of me?' In this flash, Jack answers that question.

The Apothecary explores a world where emotions are seen as visible burdens that should be removed altogether.

The Dinner Date by Sophia Carlisle is the author's response to the horrifying nature of dating.

Thuzar’s Door is a magical realism flash about love as motherhood and grief, then motherhood and grief as sacrifices.

The Carer is a poem by Robert Frede Kenter responding to the idea of 'sacrifice'. It features in Erato Magazine's Issue II: Sacrifice

'For What It's Worth' by Tyler Jones examines the theme of 'Sacrifice'

by Ariane Lauren Not considering consoling me on the sofa, you sit shaken, slumped at your desk. Cradling your head, mumbling, informing...

'Eve Climbs Inside Adam to Know the Truth of Things' is a poem by Alorah Welti.

'Venus Cannot FLy, She's Trapped' is a poem by Charlie Bowden.

'October' deals with sacrifice in terms of grief, loss of a loved one, innocence, and life. Written by Phillips in memory of Dave Pierce.

"This poem explores the little things we sacrifice to please or impress the people we are intimate with, to the detriment of ourselves."

"in the grip of bleach cream hands, i let my head sink into my father's waist. the sinews of my neck splinter under the squeeze of gravity"

"Iphigenia" by Andrea Gerada speaks to the penance daughters pay under angry fathers.

my eardrums pop and explode at the sound of fireworks crackling in the night sky, black canvas with inky white stars that pulse with light

"These thoughts came together when I encountered the paper dragons. They seemed like a much better use of paper than the poems I was writing