“You wanna hear this funny story, D??????? I’m studying languages these days as like my fifth hobby” A young artist writes a stream of consciousness letter to one of her ...
“He stood on the hill looking down onto the plain and tried to imagine the ghosts of the Champa but instead could hear only the cries of tropical insects in ...
“His goal to impress her with wit and initiative had dissolved into caffeine, melatonin, alcohol and self-doubt.”
A whirlwind business trip leaves a new employee dazzled and deflated. ...
‘I’ve never seen anything like it.’ She heard a thump-thump. ‘I swear it’s purring.’
A strange and beautiful moss-like creature slowly invades the Antarctic while the curious researchers ...
“What, you wonder, would Derrida make of that?”
A wistful meditation on memory and life by Christina Sanders Continue Reading Grass
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Childhood memories vividly recalled in this contemplative piece by Zvezdana Rashkovich. Continue Reading Melody of Rainfall in the Balkans
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A faithful wife donates an eye to help her blinded husband. But was her sacrifice in vain? Continue Reading The Store-Bought Table
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“We sit down at the table by the window and before Mom asks, I say I want a strawberry milkshake. She could’ve remembered by now, I always want the same.” ...
Sitting on a train, yellow platforms of our memories flashing between tunnels of black. Eyeballs straining from the brilliance of us, back there. Continue Reading Black and Yellow
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The room played broken tunes on her bones. Her feet got lost inside her shoes. She found herself trapped in the long emptiness between two chairs. Continue Reading ...
Sad women are everywhere, they haunt the earth like a stone turning over and over; resting now, now picking up speed. Continue Reading The Thing Perhaps
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Francesca’s parents were Christians so they’d rung up and complained. There’d been an assembly. And every time Miss Morby said “misconduct,” her lip curled up to one side and she’d ...
This is not what I imagined when I asked God for a brother. I had thought of a boy like my best friend’s brother, four years older, who is gallant ...
“I mean, what are they gonna do if they wanna take ‘em back!?” I used to say. That was a joke of mine for a long time. Yeah, got a ...
He couldn’t remember who had started what. Had he grabbed her breast and squeezed at her poking swollen nipple underneath the grey sweat-stained top? Or had there been some ...
Does your hand rub over the skin, or move with the skin, I asked. Claire placed a sandwich bag over her bristle brush to try and demonstrate the skill. Oh, ...
I find a heavy stone before slipping out of my clothes. I weight them down and run as best I can, the wind chasing me, catching me each time it ...
The river water bubbles from my mouth, its dirty gray movement cascading over stones rough and smooth. I come to this place at the narrowing of the year, a hike ...
It had been one of those whirlwind conference romances. Now the very distinguished and very pretty professor from Irvine and I were deciding whether to attend one more afternoon session, ...
Brevity is difficult. It’s hard enough having to “cull” our stories to make them tighter, what about doing it in only 140 characters? Well, Manoj Pandey can. And he invited ...