“Welcome to Istanbul: Do Not Betray The Noise” by Javi Reddy takes readers on an immersive journey through the sensory overload of Istanbul, exploring its markets, streets, and the profound ...
In Wandering Under a Shifting Sun, Emma Prempeh leads us through an intimate and evocative journey that delves into memory, identity, and belonging.
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In Victorian Psycho, Virginia Feito tears apart the romanticised view of the Victorian era, exposing its dark undercurrents. Her bold portrayal of a female psychopath challenges readers to explore the ...
“Just when you think you’re done with a story, it pulls you right back in.”
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Your cousin asks you to ‘say something’ at the christening of her daughter and it genuinely is an honour to be asked and really-all-confusing because in your mind your cousin ...
Alberto drove home the roundabout way. He took 41 to the Four Corners and took a left where the highway turns south and crosses the river as it empties into ...
“We were home from college and back with our parents. We didn’t want to barricade the door or worry who might be behind on the other side. All we wanted ...
It usually took an hour to get to her office so that was annoying in itself. I’ve reached the point where a 20-minute drive makes me start looking for a ...
“But I am not hungry; I just ate.”
“So sorry, but that’s the policy. You want to use our restroom, no problem. But you must be a customer first and ...
In this story we breathe the intimacy of a sensual, gritty city
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When risky, tantalising sex brings you back to your roses
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Of all my arrears and accruals, it’s the bin debt that drags on me the most. It rolls up to my door weekly, where it accumulates and compounds, impossible to ...
America’s train stations and air terminals are its true cathedrals, motels may be it’s shrines.
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If we arrange to meet in Venice, where would you suggest? Outside St Mark’s Cathedral might seem the obvious place, but hectic and not very relaxing with crowds of tourists ...
A stormy sky, birds in brutal combat, and a life likened to muddy puddles—a haunting reflection on existence and forgotten moments.
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Thelma and Louise sprang to mind while we were driving on the E763 towards Zlatibor. In our home movie, the roles were reversed. Instead of us being against the whole ...
Twenty-five years is a life ago. Mexico has changed, I have changed, but the image of the happy young bride wearing a short white dress is something burned into my ...
“We’re already in it, aren’t we.”- Rita
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In the dim glow of the club, amidst the ephemeral exchanges and the facade of names, a portrait of divine adoration is crafted, revealing the sacred within the profane. ...
Can you own the dead? ‘Well?’ she asks, studying the small yellow teeth. ‘Can you?
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