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Soda bottle tulips
The smell of fresh coffee tickles my nose as I sit across of a much younger me. I smile at her, watching her eat the orange slices I cut up…
Short story: Bohemia
I loosened my tie as I got off the bus, but that didn’t stop my breath from hitching. God, I was nervous. It felt stupid to be sweating over an…
Nothing good ever happens after 2 AM
I'm clutching the glass of water in my hands as if it's going to shatter if I only squeeze a little harder. His gaze drills holes through me, as if…
Oak Hill High
"You're such a perv!", says Eric and everyone in the hall turns to him. Sabrina stands next to him, adjusting her crop top. "Do you often peep on two people…
Girl with Peaches
The story might start with me going to the nearest supermarket to buy something or just to clear my mind after a noisy office on a Thursday night. I had…
Azalea: Chapter 3
Chapter 3 – Drowned in an Ocean of Indolence She’s floating again, weightless, a cipher, into a sky which she fervently rejects, but in the endless pool of stars does…
Encounter at Jegersberg
Encounter at Jegersberg Everything that I am about to narrate here is true. Yes, I could have mixed up some of the finer details, for I was lost and disoriented…
Azalea: Chapter 2
Azalea: Chapter 2 - Welcome to House Alighieri Azalea had once read ‘if you stare into the void, remember, the void will stare back’ and the ominous outline of…
Short Story: Take-Off
Paul leans back and looks out of the window. The lights of the airstrip get smaller and smaller until they blur into a thin line. Paul has the familiar sinking…
Hvor er mitt hjem?
Unikum redaksjonen kjenner til identiteten til skribenten. Klokka er 18:06 når mobilen plinger høyt nok til at jeg våkner fra søvnen. “Hei, har dere gjort nedvask enda?” Jeg…
Azalea: Chapter 1
In Light There is Hope, In Darkness, Salvation There is a town, its name lost to the tidings of time, whatever its inhabitants decide to call it, the town…
Short story: Azalea
Prologue “Time may heal all wounds, but the scar remains, festering, threatening to overtake the vessel you once believed you controlled. And once that command is lost, we must relinquish…
Everything is Allowed
Fluttering in the mild, spring wind there is a trace of something. What it is eludes its victims, no word has yet to be invented for its ambience, yet they…