“That night, as the man tossed in knotted bedsheets, the corpse took root.” Today’s #StorySunday is “By Their Fruits Shall Ye Know Them” by John Steciuk.
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“Those strange clay hills eroded by wind and the merciless breath of hidden gods…” Our latest #StorySunday is “Craco” by Greta Colombani.
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“I noticed the way his face got a little bit ugly when he talked about money.” Today’s #StorySunday is “A Very Small Man” by Claire Maxwell.
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An experimental piece that questions the idea of home, today’s #StorySunday is “Confessions of a Serial Migrant” by Sabyn Javeri.
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“I like looking out over the expanse of this city…” Today’s #StorySunday is “Alyssa in Budapest” by Áine Travers.
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A woman and a young girl escape to the south of Spain in an attempt to hide, in today’s #StorySunday, “Jellyfish”, by Jessica Ziebland.
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“But up here in the mountains, survival tasted different.” Today’s #StorySunday is “The Big Hush” by Cassandra Passarelli.
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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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“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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“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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“Dhimitraq’s late arrival aroused interest”. Today’s #StorySunday takes us to 1940s communist Albania, during the collectivisation period.
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You will notice the ruffle of feathers wherever you wander”. Today’s #StorySunday by Sally Gander is “A Field Guide to Birds in Other Forms”.
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I’ve been out of The Scrubs for a few days and I want to burrow like a mole.
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I knew something important was happening because a taxi pulled up and Mum told me to come downstairs.” In today’s #StorySunday, a young woman navigates her life on a council ...
She worries. God knows why.
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It makes him feel the same as on the day it happened, but he never cries.
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I waited at the top of his street. Two young boys were racing in go-karts. Every time they zoomed past the bottom lamppost, they hopped out and started up the ...
The house isn’t half empty without you.
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The audience members are on their feet, applauding with categorical enthusiasm.
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Sooner or later, everyone has to hear their voice for the first time.
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