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Category: Short Story

  • Sorrow of Love

    Life in the streets gradually began to awaken after a peaceful, full-moon night. Michele, on his usual path to the bistro, gathered hope and courage step by step. He was sure he would overcome all his hesitations and fears this time and risk that seemingly small but life-changing step. Arriving…

  • Heroes

    Tom sat huddled in his chair, wrapped in his favorite blanket, and held the open book tightly in his hands. Behind him, the floor lamp, which had been exclusively chosen as a reading lamp, cast its gentle beam of light on every word. It was autumn, and outside, it was…

  • A Good Day

    She stepped out the door and glanced at the crystal-clear blue sky unfolding over her while the glorious sun shone upon every creation of God. Sunbeams stroked Lina’s face, and pleased, she closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh morning air, slightly moistened with a…

  • Untrodden Paths

    With his gaze fixed on the gray-purple horizon, he anxiously awaited the sunrise, sitting there alone on the beach. He reminisced about the last time he had witnessed this phenomenon, which evoked a feeling of rebirth. The overloaded daily routine and his job as a manager at a luxurious restaurant…

  • Genius-Talk

    Hello everyone! I’m thrilled to announce that I uploaded my first Podcast episode “Genius-Talk”, to Spotify. The show is a short exploration and exposition about the Genius in literary history. And how is the Genius in our times? Here’s the link to the Podcast:

  • Christmas Storm

    Natalia stood up against the snowstorm on the desert path before her. It was Christmas Eve morning; she was on her way to Natasha, her grandmother, who lived on the village’s other end. Her grandmother struggled to walk due to her arthritis, so Natalia picked her up yearly. Christmas was…

  • Craving Shores

    Days come and go in the same pattern: Waking up at 7:30 a.m., splashing some water in the face, a quick breakfast, smartening oneself up, and heading to catch the bus, with a crawling hope it won’t be cramped so I can doze peacefully for a few more minutes during…

  • Road to Happiness

    He still walked back and forth in his little studio apartment after having tried many times to fall asleep; whenever he laid down, he felt like he would drown. Thus, like pulling on a branch, he stood up again, back to square one, and walked back and forth, back and…

  • Red Drunken Memories

    Fastened, I’m sitting on the bed, my eyes closed, and the fiery long red silk dress with its thigh-high slit on the left side is hanging lifelessly in front of me. The wind invades from the open window, and the dress sways in the rhythm of the blow, creating a…