“Megan’s mother always texted in all caps when speaking English.” Megan navigates call centres and the struggles of migrants in Australia.
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“I don’t want to live in a world where I have to be afraid every time I go somewhere.” A heart-warming tale of a man and a vampire.
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“‘Be. Good.’ He says the words like they’re two separate ideas.” Angels, tornadoes and a little bit of hope.
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“What struck him most was that this could not un-exist.” Pregnancies and miscommunication on a misplaced April Fools.
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“And there’s the Milky Way splashed across the sky – right where I left it.” Amanda Barusch outlines the shape of stars and grief.
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“You can have this memory, if you want, completely uncorrupted.” On the balcony, two friends talk away the world.
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“I put Gary down as just another relic of the hippy era eking out his pension in the Land of Smiles.” Bangkok, retirement, friendship, life.
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“She let his words gather then cracked them open like fruit.” Hospitals, daughters, relationships: how one woman struggles through it all.
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“I would gaze up at the stars and sink into my dreams like honey.” A quiet tale of relationships, alcohol, and (mis)communication.
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“Joe was in seventh heaven. This was what life was all about.” A beautiful story of childhood and the freedom the ocean offers to us all.
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“Our bodies can – get this, ‘bear witness to the pain history didn’t quite extinguish.’” A story of dating through OCD and grief.
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“Like the holes, his fears would be washed away, disappearing with the passing of time.” Emotions ebb and flow in today’s wistful tale.
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“Jane mostly has feelings, rather than opinions, which are harder to defend and easier to laugh at.” Class and generations clash in “Soup Kitchen” by Ellen Jones.
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“You have to focus on the good things. How would you cope otherwise?” Happiness after grief: today’s #TuesdayTale is “River” by Sarah Turner.
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“My dad’s dead now. My mum says that he was a hero. He died in a senseless war.” Today’s Tuesday Tale shows the wide-reaching impact of PTSD.
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“The air hung with inevitability. The sea still rose and fell in muted waves.” Today’s tense and mysterious #TuesdayTales piece is “The Storm Collector” by Rebecca Hawkins.
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Henry had recently taken a special interest in a new passenger— a young woman named Grace, who, Henry later discovered, worked the night shift at a local restaurant.
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As the movie credits scrolled onto the screen, Lane clutched her armrests as if her life depended on it and angst-filled her abdomen. She turned and studied Charlie.
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“He rose and stretched his arms above his head and yawned, his mouth as empty and dark as the cave.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “The Lord of the Fruit Flies” ...
“I sat across from Anna and felt a strange lightness lifting up my body.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Weight”, by Erin Winseman.
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