Slush—the streets and sidewalks were littered with slush. Slush marked the Christmas season in Pinhook the year I was eight. It seemed the sun had fallen over the horizon
Christmas Collage by Raymond Cothern
Hey, Sarah. Just me, kiddo. I hope you’re okay, and I know you didn’t expect a call from me this evening. Just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas
Vuvuzela by Marijke Hillmann
Marijke writes a monthly story for us. She write our segment Stories in Africa, and her stories will some day become a novel. For now please enjoy them, we are honored to have her work on our site.
Neighborhood Boys by Stephen Black
The neighborhood boys used glue to coat their strings with powdered glass. They’d kitefight from the tops of buildings, jerking and swinging their arms and fists so
The Jam She Makes by Mikhail Tank
Lucy was an oddball and a loner. She only trusted one person her whole life, Sam.
Everything flows by Sozou-Kyrkou Konstantina
Sozou-Kyrkou Konstantina is a Greek writer living in Athens but writing in English. She has studied Literature and holds an MA in Creative Writing from Lancaster University
Animal Picnic by Marijke Hillmann
Marijke writes a monthly story for us. She write our segment Stories in Africa, and her stories will some day become a novel. For now please enjoy them, we are honored to have her work on our site
Stoffel by Marijke Hillman
He is a gentle, erudite septuagenarian whose ideas of casual attire means removing his jacket and tie on a hot and humid summer day. He spends the day of the move from a smallholding to a secured housing complex
Gypsy Jazz by Suparnaa Sinha Dutta
Gypsy Jazz Suparnaa Sinha Dutta It seemed that even the sun was in a not very conducive mood and had decided to depart early than is usually expected at the end of the February in Calcutta. The green branches slowly acquired a deeper tinge and the water of the lake became darkish as the sky […]
The blind date by Pallavi Menon
It was a blind date.
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