MAC Magazine 2015

CREATIVE
WRITING
Charlie Jewell, Ollie Larkin
HOW TO SPEAK GEN Z
A is for “AY” (used at the end of a sentence to indicate it’s a question)
B is for “BROMANCE” (male friendship- old school speak for mateship)
C is for “CRAY CRAY” (when life is way too crazy for one word)
D is for “DEFS” (well its easier than spelling definitely..defenately...difinitly.. see why we shorten?)
E is for “EMOTICON” (how else do you say (@_@)
F is for “FAIL” (used with or without EPIC to describe anything not a win)
G is for “G” (e.g wazzup g? because gangstas can’t spell and neither can people who talk to gangstas)
H is for “HARRO!!” (the new hello said with a touch of Swedish tourist)
I is for “I” (because I am the centre of everything)
J is for “JKS” (with media multitasking who has the time to spell jokes?)
K is for “KGO” (I mean why write “okay, go” when you can write KGO)
L is for “LMS” (like my status- another way of asking for some attention)
M is for “MYBAD!” (used instead of saying sorry but at least we are taking ownership)
N is for “NO” (generally said to people in authority)
O is for “ONESIES” (the old/new pyjamas that love to feature in ‘night at home’ selfies)
P is for “PROBS” (what the older gens probs call probably)
Q is for “QT” (a more economical way of spelling cutie)
R is for “RANDOM” (can be randomly used as a random response to almost anything)
S is for “SELFIES” (a photo taken by you, of you, featuring you)
T is for “TOTES” (used to show agreement quicker than a Gen Y can say totally)
U is for “UNFOLLOW” (what you do when someone posts too many food photos on Instagram)
V is for “V” (V means very which is a v quick typing solution for v busy lives)
W is for “WIN” (used to describe anything good)
X is for “XOXOXOX” (used to end any text - Broomers you would say; yours sincerely)
Y is for “YOLO” (you only live once- the excuse for reckless living)
Z is for “ZED” (hey, that’s us- the now generation)
Adele Thomson and Katie Thompson
The Art of Making Friends
She struggled to perceive the simplicity of friendship, as it was never as apparent as it seemed. It wasn’t just
similarity of interests, but the clear-cut opinions duplicated from one another. Hating that her opinion was invalid,
unless it was a clone of the others; leaving a sense of disproportionation. She struggled to come to terms with the
fact that simplicity and stability were two terms fabricated to convey the facility of friendship.
You see. They told her it was easy - “go on you’ll be fine” - but they never knew the terrors that lurked behind a
pink t-shirt and pigtails. They told her to “be brave, and just say hi”, yet they failed to inform her that a lack of
simplicity would ruin any real chance at companionship. The complexity of her mind’s layout baffled all Barbie doll
replicas, as they deprived her from their clique.
You see, it wasn’t a contour, sculpted from the hands of human interaction, but the embodiment of social status
and understanding. It wasn’t the delicate melody that lulled her to sleep; but a configuration and conformation of
acceptance, she would never gain.
And yet, they still wondered why she couldn’t quite grasp it. She had liked to think of herself as an artist, but could
never find it within her heart to follow the simplicity of liberation, she couldn’t just let go. She’d stare at the empty
canvas for hours, with breathtaking ideas, before surrendering to the failure of simplicity. It was in this moment
that she became to hate art, as it offered simplicity that she could never fathom. You see, this was the art of making
friends, and she just couldn’t understand it.
Lucy Hayes
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