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Bitter Lake
She walks alone like a ghost and the wind goes through the grass and trees and whispers and is gone.
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The Happiest Person in the World
The morning after his birthday night out, Cam confides in an estranged friend over his changed expectations and perceived failure in life on reaching the landmark age of thirty. There ...
Please, My Watermelon
He is waiting for him. There are no phones. This is 2005.
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Zellige
A story about a woman recovering from an ectopic pregnancy in Morocco.
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The Last Bus Home
Themes of rejection, loneliness and numbness are used to explore life after losing someone who your identity is inevitably linked with.
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Play Pretend
I knew something was wrong with Polly the day she said the sun was dead.
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There’s No Prize for Good Girls
Once alone, you wedge a cigarette in your mouth, the room still your domain for the next fifteen minutes. Because it’s paid for the hour. Because you deserve it.
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My Marina
Marina didn’t just want my words, she wanted touch. In public. Kissing, Embracing. Airports. Library PDA. And not just anywhere but here – where people assumed I was a gypsy ...
The best we’ll feel all day
He asked me about my addiction. I told him how it felt for me: like a gold chain trickling into my palm, smooth locks clicking into place.
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Dry Flowers in the Afternoon
I dry flowers in the afternoons. I hang them up by their tails, let their heads droop down, plump and bulbous.
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Glass in The Park
“Bunch of hooligans. Will you look at that? Broken glass and everything. This play park is for kiddies….”
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Eating Tapas on the Terrace
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George stands on his rooftop
terrace and looks down over the city. It is nearly time for his guests to arrive
and he is feeling bullish. Every movement on ...
The Gift
The thing is I’m actually the real deal, not one of those fakes or tricksters who prey on people, who take advantage of them and make a few dollars ...
Society for the Development of the Asexual Female Supervillain
A woman wearing a tinfoil mask held a sword that skewered five kids’ decapitated heads. “He got it right, Fourth Place.”
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(M)Other Tongue
A familiar shame sidles into the room as I grasp at my meagre store of Kannada and Tulu. My grandmother and I muddle our way through a multilingual conversation that’s ...
Porphyria
I released the tube and let the blood seep into my hand, feeling my skin prick with warmth, awakening the euphoria. Leaving was a lone thing. Porphyria on her own. ...
The End Night
I bet you never thought you’d be hearing this from a dead girl.
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Greeks
A story about the characters who work in a restaurant kitchen and the tensions and conflicts between them.
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Cat Town
Imagine a cat, a stray, that became a woman every sunrise, a fierce black-haired woman named Lucia….
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The Broken Parts
He hadn’t slept in two days and held a human heart between his palms like clay.
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