“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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“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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“Look what I found on the doorstep this morning,” says Emilio, cradling something on his hands as he enters the kitchen “but I don’t know what to make of it. ...
Wharton could see the cemetery from her window as she wrote (every day until at least 11, lying in bed), surrounded by her living dogs and gazing out at her dead. ...
“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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“The future is a rumour, the trader said.” Read the final installment of AJW’s magnificent, timeless piece: “Cap de Creus III.”
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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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“Maybe I could not see the future made, the on and the off, or what I could have thought.” The next installment of this captivating read.
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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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“The bruises were new. The words were not.” Today’s flash fiction is a dark story of domestic violence and a daughter’s hope for escape.
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Litro was deeply saddened to learn of Obinna’s recent passing. His immense love for literature & his journey as a writer remains an inspiration. We mourn the loss of this ...
In which God shows the many forms of his fury. ‘God kicking down doors on His way across the sky, grey
voluminous beard billowing.’
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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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When we adapt to suit our ambition, what do we become? ‘In the beginning I complained about the orange dye rubbing off on our towels and the seats of our ...
A story of toughening up and the residue of the Holocaust. ‘When my eyes open again my face is in a girl’s lap and all I see are long, skinny ...
A painful departure, with no turning back. ‘This is the fingertip laid on the edge of what if.’
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Hey, you.
Someone has balled the clouds and thrown them into one corner of the sky—the clouds getting together up there, and moving this way.
Someone has sharpened the trees and jammed ...