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Arts & Culture, book review, Books
BOOK REVIEW: LOVE STORIES FOR HECTIC PEOPLE
Catherine McNamara’s Love Stories for Hectic People reviewed
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, podcast
AN ILL WIND AND NORĐRLJOS | LITRO LAB PODCAST
This week on Litro Lab podcast, we have a disturbing piece of flash fiction with dystopian hints.
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Commute| Litro Lab Podcast
This week on Litro Lab, we access the anxious thoughts of a man while he walks through a rainy city. This is an experimental piece that blends music and words. ...
Orbed| Litro Lab Podcast
This week on Litro Lab, we invite you to close your eyes and immerse yourself in this oneiric flash fiction piece that tells the story of a little boy and ...
Jitters
How far can we break down the parts before we find the whole again?
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The Missing Step
The Missing Step, #FridayFlash a short noir story in the style of Alan Moore
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The Naked One
The loss of a lover is met with sorrowful elegance
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Oasis
Instead, she reaches for the dial and turns it. Rain falls.
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Loss
Her loneliness touches me. I want to make her happy. I will buy her a present.
In a shop I ask, Do you have a present for a lonely sad ...
Do Not Climb
The consequences of rule-breaking had always preyed on his most colourful anxieties.
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DIVINE
As prophesied, the gods returned to judge the humans. As mistranslated and misinterpreted as humanity’s myths had been through the millennia, they had accurately recorded a handful of details.
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HER
HER, a short story about a social media-fuelled obsession with a love rival.
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It’s black actually
Rain-soaked and tired from work, she steps into the apartment complex, aching to strip away the suffocating layers of clothes.
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Bright Light
As my uncle stumbles over pronouns and nomenclature, I look out to see the sky being pulled in every direction and I think about her—being pulled like that, every which ...
It’s Alright, Meaning Just Admit It
My mother would describe her gynecological problems to strangers. I would be trying on a pair of jeans, and I would hear “womb” or “spasm” over the curtain.
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Anything Could Happen Here
After sunset, she multiplied and subtracted, structured her existence. She likes the feel of numbers, she can smell them as she counts, taste their shape. In the dark, she weighs ...
Always Kissing
Always Kissing, a touching piece of Flash Fiction that will make you wonder, what’s hidden behind the smiles of your neighbour.
“Man and wife stand at the doorway, shoulder to ...
You Won’t Know When I’m Going to Do It; But It Will Happen, And It Will Happen Like This
I take off my clothes. Not how you remove them in dribs and drabs; I remove everything I can in one glorious blitz of movement.
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Hope Like a Hangover Coiled
Ladder to loft catches cobwebs in sun’s rays and the caked dirt of decades sits behind fresh splinters. Pity the pale skinned girl and the walk to come later, slip-on ...
Oslo
I ask if you want to go inside and get something hot to drink. I read that they do good coffee near here. You shake your head and bend down ...