Will

[1min Read]

I know yet I do not,

I think I have it figured out

but I do not have a clue

Sunday Style - Episode 8

Back and better than ever!

Welcome back to SUNDAY STYLE! This is Episode 8! We're starting off a little late than usual, but you know we're only getting bigger and better as every day goes by. If you weren't here in today's episode, make sure you look for our spectacular photographers next week and show your shine into the camera. Check out what we have for this week...

Chocolate and caramel drip never looked so good.

"You might not play, but we do"

Untouchable Sauce.

Definite Love Of My Life

[5 min read]

You are unique, oh, very much so in your way.
Your shape, your feel in my arms.
I'm no racist, but your colour puts others to shame.
I smack my lips in delight, my pupils dilate and I drool at your sight.

Afraid

[5 min read]

I'm sitting with my friends, at least that's how I feel sometimes. Everyone seemed to be laughing at something they saw or what someone said, and I was also laughing, but I was laughing so my insecurities wouldn't show; I was laughing so I wouldn't have to explain why I was lost.

Masked Comfort

[1 min read]

You're my bed of roses;

Red, the ambassador of danger

Yet I'm beguiled by you

My mind replays you all day

The Sound That Changed Our Lives

 [3 min read]

My sitting partner was a big fan of soliloquy; chanting gibberish under the guise of French verbs while she scribbled invisible words on the table with an inkless pen. It was the ' mass study period', you see- a whole hour dedicated to the ever irksome task of reading- and like most of the other girls in school, I had long given up on the books spread out on my desk. 

The day would have carried on as usual; I would've fallen asleep eventually, only to be awakened by a teacher with a loud slap. The letters and numbers on my math book would've swirled around in my brain until I was dizzy with algebra, and the school bell would have relieved us all with three chimes. 

Nothing could have prepared us for the shrill sound we heard next.

Correct Me Not

[2min Read]

"Are you stupid? How could you throw it away?"

I've seen a lot of people abuse others (usually children) in the name of "correcting" them. I believe this loosely relates to the local common belief that whoever can shout the loudest, or beat the hardest is correct, or is the "winner". And in a society like ours, where age is more important than truth or fairness, there is little that younger people can do to "win" or correct their elders/superiors.

Claustrophobia

 [1min read]

I don't know how people are afraid of closed spaces. 
Perhaps that's what freedom does to you. 
People learn to love their prisons 
If they're left there long enough.

The Change

[4min read]

I met her on my first day and we undeniably clicked, we quickly became best friends. I met the second person a year later and I introduced them to each other. A few weeks later, I started to wonder if I had made a mistake. 

We were three friends, best of friends, inseparable. At least, that was what it seemed like to people and probably my two friends. But to me, I was just a girl struggling to fit in.