“But up here in the mountains, survival tasted different.” Today’s #StorySunday is “The Big Hush” by Cassandra Passarelli.
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I stood from the cot next to the shared wall. My mom leaned in close to hear you. Another crash. Furniture scraping against the floor. We listened to someone’s heavy ...
The scent of leather shoes and the anatomy of a breakup
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“You look across, catch her eye, and she hides behind her stick of candyfloss.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Death” by Joshua Oldridge.
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“The boy’s eyes opened, as a wail escaped his pale lips. He must eat.” Today’s #StorySunday is “Postpartum” by Polly Goss.
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Put some music on. Go on, put something on. Sometimes we would last two tracks, sometimes three. The hand that unhitched itself from the steering wheel and put us back ...
A woman returns to the past and is filled with sounds and sensations
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“We are just so, him and I, mother and son. There is no love like this.” Our latest #Podcast is “Three Fleeting Kisses” by Lana Citron.
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“At three minutes past ten, lightning struck Harry.” Today’s #TuesdayTales is “The November Storm” by Chris Bogle.
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“His emotions had been amplified this way ever since the accident.” Today’s #StorySunday is “Under the Falling Sky” by Stephen Brophy.
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A small girl is coaxed to speak again
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“There is one figure standing in front of the building now.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Ballerina” by Ilina Trendafilova.
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“This sickening happens at around the time the girl is due to buy her next packet…” Today’s #StorySunday is “Bind” by Ruth Geldard.
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Bartleby and Marty launch a couch company.
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“We lay on the grass for over an hour, listening to a bygone era.” In our latest Podcast, Helen Heikkilä explores what we lose to the past and our efforts ...
“One of your car parks now has a seemingly unending hole in it.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Worms” by Calla Nell Preece.
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Outside, in the cold, Silvia narrows her eyes and says, ‘You gave my number to the wrong fucking one.’
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“Dhimitraq’s late arrival aroused interest”. Today’s #StorySunday takes us to 1940s communist Albania, during the collectivisation period.
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For a few seconds, I’m suspended in shadowless green. Then suddenly I’m in a field, in a squall, on the edge of a stand of tall spruces. Their icy branches ...
