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Non-themed short fiction (#TuesdayTales) not more than 4,000 words. Works translated into English also welcome. A new short story delivered to you every Tuesday.
Are there limits to unrequited love?
A story that feels doubly poignant in the Me Too era….
She turns toward her reflection in the mirror. She knows now that she had been wrong, those months ago when she thought she had seen herself for the first time.
A moving story of mental illness and grappling with survivor’s guilt.
… it is a story Mummy likes to tell again and again, and I think she will continue to tell it till time itself comes to an end.
A hand on my shoulder brought it to an end. Mr Barnes, looked down at me with that hangdog expression, his face grey and jowly.
The heady fermented smell of guava filled the room as Amalia’s mother turned off the blender, tasted the peachy-pink mixture, and added more sugar.
The orbital Care Home careens towards that great burning ball of hot that two-thirds of respondents associate with the words ‘holiday’ and ‘relax’.
The cafe owner handed over a slip of paper with all the names of the good spots, just like he promised me.
After sending the meeting request, the crux of which read, “I want to work part-time,” Miller, at first, felt regret. How could he have been so impulsive?
They started rebuilding the sewers the week I left Belfast. Now they were fully underway the smell overpowered everything.