Short Stories

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Raiding Grandma's Closet

"Beautifully wrapped treasure boxes used to arrive by train for me when I was a child, full of gorgeous hand-me-downs that my Aunt no longer wanted," Christine Miller smiles, gesturing with her bejewelled hands the opening of a box. More...

A Woman's Wish

"So the matter is settled," Ulea spoke, the eldest of the four sisters present and the family matriarch. "Lesinga is four months pregnant. We have time to work out the details." More...

Crying Over Misspelt Milk

In my opinion, the only thing worse than spelling mistakes is unconventional spelling. I hate it. How can you expect anyone to know correct spelling when a "Drive Through" is always a "Drive Thru?" Oh dear, I've just revealed my terrible secret: I'm a spelling-Nazi. It gets worse all the time. More...

The Designer

Carli needed to talk to her boss about her design, she had to finish it. She felt as if the nightmare wasn't over until her design was complete. She had to start focusing her positive energy on something that could keep her mind off things. As she neared the office, she heard two voices. One belonged to her boss the other some middle-aged man. They were arguing, More...

The Bridge A Journey Between Orient and Occident

The Bridge A Journey Between Orient and Occident; Istanbul's Galata Bridge has spanned the Golden Horn since the sixth century AD, connecting the old city with the more Western districts to the north. More...

Taking Back Tomorrow

I couldn't help but steal occasional glances at Justin. His hair was a styled mess but his beanie covered it up gracefully. He moved with ease as if drifting, his sapphire green eyes always gleaming. His drawing scent was an accessory to his contagious smile. He pulled a chair out for me, waiting until I sat to push me in. Damien noticed his strong gesture toward me and rolled his eyes behind his head. Justin laughed it off, sitting opposite his mate and dug into his football bag revealing a set of cards. More...

My Lips Are Sealed Cleft Wars

I saw the way her face scrunched up when the kids started teasing her, because of her mild scar on her face. "Leave her alone!" I said and was a little surprised that I had murmured that out to the group around the girl. For a moment it felt good to have that sort of confidence, but when all the kids focus was now on me, I kind of wished that I could just curl up into a ball, More...

It's You

Tom was on his way to work. Dressed in a black suit his eyes looked tired. He walked slowly with his head facing the dark bitumen, feet dropping heavy onto the pavement, eyes ignoring the passing, ears ignoring the tall creeping city sounds; body ignorant to life. He was lost, but he kept wondering, drifting along the black, through the layered city...until he stopped- midway between "...What time is it?" and "...Did I lock the car?" More...

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