Category: Fiction
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i met god at a friend’s wedding
I met god at a friend’s wedding. Disappointingly, god is not a woman. Even more disappointingly, god comes in the form of an ex-boyfriend. Which one does not matter—I sighed as an initial reaction all the same…
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entry requirements
One never thinks that it would be more difficult to stay in a new place than to leave where you came from, especially after assimilating to timezones and tongues. After shortening your name for convenience’s sake and folding your traditions into 23kg luggage. Those who took doors off hinges should not be entitled to locks…
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fresh out the asylum
They came for me in the dead of night. Said I was being sent somewhere where I could write all I wanted. Unlimited supplies of 100gsm ivory paper and 0.7mm black gel pens. If I so wished, wax seals with my initials on them too. I obliged. They flanked me by the arms. Walked me…
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sunday, new york, 2027.
It starts out the same way it always does. The city wakes us up with all its hustle. When you’re in New York, every day feels the same. There is no differentiation between the weekdays and the weekends…
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send roses to odette
Now, if you would just take a grace minute to look at Otto Beckett’s to-do list, you will see, other than ‘buy the milk’, ‘pay the bills’ and ‘dental checkup’, the words ‘send roses to Odette’…
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