Lemon was probably my favourite flavour the Christmas of ‘83. Sticky. Sweet. Then turns bitter. Bittersweet. I always made sure to have some sort of snack in my pocket, something to...
short stories
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Golden – A short story
For those who don’t know me, you’re probably at the wrong wedding, because if you know Lexie, you know me. And Jake, congratulations… you’ve married an incredible woman. Just remember...
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Eyes are windows to the soul – A short story
She knew her parents would be standing there: two silent bodies, their faces bare, untouched by expression or reaction to the world around them. It was a stranger to them...
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A Mother – Short Story
I lay on the wooden floor of my apartment, staring up at the dusty ceiling, listening to the consistent thuds and muffled voices from the flat above. My arms lay...
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Finding the perfect short story
What is it about a short story that makes it more appealing to readers? Perhaps it is the length, something we can pick up in between our busy lives rather...