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 ...
He is waiting for him. There are no phones. This is 2005.
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A story about a woman recovering from an ectopic pregnancy in Morocco.
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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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I knew something was wrong with Polly the day she said the sun was dead.
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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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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 ...
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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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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“Bunch of hooligans. Will you look at that? Broken glass and everything. This play park is for kiddies….”
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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 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 ...
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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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 ...
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. ...
I bet you never thought you’d be hearing this from a dead girl.
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A story about the characters who work in a restaurant kitchen and the tensions and conflicts between them.
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Imagine a cat, a stray, that became a woman every sunrise, a fierce black-haired woman named Lucia….
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He hadn’t slept in two days and held a human heart between his palms like clay.
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She longed to go outside and sit with her new tenant, Tom, but she restrained herself from doing so.
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