Category: stories
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Antonia de Castro Burica: The Cave
With the taste of black tea lingering on his tongue, Nick went up on the promenade deck to light his first cigarette that morning.
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Petra Pine: Candle in the Night
Josipa slowly crept down the stairs, listening carefully for any noise.
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Ivana Geček: Time Management
“What made you leave your previous job?” the man asks, raising a questioning eyebrow.
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Grace R. Reynolds: Ribbons of Light
Juliana runs, arms outstretched, as she leads the ensemble in the Hopak.
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Srebrenka Peregrin: The Locust Circle
On a green knoll just outside Brimmington there was a circle of stones that bees never entered. Within it stood a grove of locust trees, fragrant in the spring. If you looked close enough, however, you would notice the stones and the grove were never mirrored in the calm pool under the knoll. The sun,…
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Igor Rendić: Trial of the Bells
It was on a bus ride to school one early March Friday morning that Jelena for the first time clearly saw a frostling crouching atop a car and with a knot of anxiety tightening in her gut silently accepted her father’s legacy had arrived almost in full.
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Ivana Geček: As Long As I Can See The Light
Hela was sitting by the fireplace when the knocks came, staring at the empty pages of her sketchbook.
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Antonija Mežnarić: Harbingers of Spring
A series of hollow hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, drilled the notes deep inside Nika’s head, making her jump with the nerves and spill the oil all over the torch and her shaky hands.
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Ema Marić: the thing in the attic is your lover
It’s been years since you visited this place. You remember the taste of it and the smell. It hasn’t changed.
morina kutija 