A meditation on perception and perseverance. A woman, confronted with a fallen ant, observes its relentless effort—and sees herself drawing parallels between form, willpower, and womanhood.
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HOT SINGLES IN YOUR AREA flips the traditional stalker narrative into a biting satire of fear, desensitization, and performance. As our unnamed narrator turns dread into dinner-party anecdotes—and eventually stand-up ...
Dinosaurs. Poets. A care home field trip to hell. ‘Triassic Abbey’ is what happens when satire out-evolves extinction.
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She forgot something—was it a grocery item or her old life?
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A mountain sunrise, a local cigarette, and a romantic’s battle with addiction in India.
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A young boy’s curious mind uncovers the humour and heartbreak in his neighbours’ relationship.
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“We were no longer young.” GC Perry sets the violent breakdown of a marriage in the warmth and magnificence of Tuscany’s countryside.
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“It was eight o’clock and I was still drunk.” Today’s #StorySunday is “Lost and Found” by Charles Adey.
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He’d said I was part-seagull, and he was too.
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A dark comedic and philosophical exploration of domestic life, aging, and the absurdity of human existence.
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“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 ...
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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Supposedly, I should be keen on immigration, for I am from a Hakka family whose tradition is traveling around.
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“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.
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When I am right here right now, where you can help?!
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A campfire wavers up ahead and from the dark, her husband’s arm envelopes her. Together, they cross the bridge spanning the strand of dusky water. Swaying. His hand is braided ...
The marble stillness with which Veena stood before the suitcase was oppressive, for Sanjay that is. Perhaps he waited for an invitation to explain the reasons for the finality of ...
