Short Stories

Condescending Souls

A SHORT STORY BY MEHDI BAGHERI It is called Milad Tower and it is Tehran`s symbol. “Symbol of the town that I was born in?” I asked myself as the elevator headed up; at a speed of 7 meters per second. “Sir  you are here! We are by the revolving restaurant” said the man who […]

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Music, Short Stories

THE CHE GUEVARA CLUB

THE CHE GUEVARA CLUB BY IBANEZ I never knew my parents. My uncle, now a widower, who had married my father’s sister, once told me the story of how my parents met. My mother was in corporate sales. She was a real jet-setter, travelling from country to country. She was lonely, never having time to […]

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Articles, Poetry

IN THE DARKNESS I WRITE

  IN THE DARKNESS I WRITE TARRYN BOOYSEN I will write Pen and paper will be my best friend I will bleed the words I fear to say I will be bludgeoned by perfect grammar and forgotten full stops For days I’ve chosen silence but tonight the words flow freely It must like the darkness […]

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Articles

Heaven is full

Heaven is FullBy by Steven J. Rogers Winn Wdsdsd Winner of Odd Short Story Competition   His father owned the bar before he did. Struggled to keep the place open when they changed the smoking laws. After the cure, the bar had no problem staying in business. Every stool in the place was packed with […]

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Poetry

Death as we know it

Death as we know it by Maja S. Todorovic   You decided to leave, over the cliff of promise where the verve takes calm. Disintegrated I walk through your flesh. Limbs linger in ambiguity: Why and How? I don’t have any questions. As I drown in memories I pretend cold marble stone is your chest. […]

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Poetry

Twin

Twin By Sihle Ntuli   Perhaps the difference began from the parting of the lungs crying for the depths for the first time   left me behind in the womb you were the first to find a source of light   There I found you brother waiting for me on the other side of dawn

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Poetry, Short Stories

Glass House

GLASS HOUSE BY ABIGAIL PHIRI * Adapted from the poem Perfection I run out of air at the small space spanning between my body and the corners of this cubical. Losing consciousness as a taste of peace and rest from gnawing eyes urging me to perform their favourite rendition of Frankenstein as they critique or […]

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