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7 July, 2009 от · 1 comment

Ivanka Mogilska Photo: Eryn_Vorn Kara I don’t want to do anything that might distance me from her. I don’t want us to get any closer… at least, not in the usual way: The first few meetings over coffee. Then our life stories. Mine. Hers. In telling them, we already have our history. We start to […]

Excerpts from Window

15 June, 2009 от · No comments

Nancy Jensen Stories: The Ones I Married Ever since I can remember, I have thought of myself as divorced. It started with my mother—trim, bright-eyed, thirtyish—with a sense of self-assurance so powerful that, for much of my childhood, I believed she had created me by herself out of sheer force of will. She made it […]

Virtual Love

22 May, 2009 от · No comments

Angel Angelov Photo: rent-a-moose The stretching, the yawning, the numerous coffee houses, even the forceful movement of his stiff joints did not chase away the dream that came upon him. The insurmountable draw towards the kingdom of Morpheus was persistently dragging him in an undesirable direction and only the blinking screen of the monitor was […]

Scarlet Gold

14 April, 2009 от · No comments

Ludmila Filipova Photo: lepiaf.geo This story is based on real facts The Facts behind the story: Thousands of liters of blood plasma not screened for disease have been shipped to European, American and Asian laboratories over the past 30 years. Turned into expensive blood products there, they are then sold around the world. Hundreds of […]

It’s Your Turn

23 March, 2009 от · No comments

Zdravka Evtimova Photo: ktylerconk Elinor Cunnigham was an exceptionally cold-blooded woman. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at a small, crumpled newspaper clipping. Her fingers trembled with suppressed rage. She found the clipping in her husband’s wallet during one of her regular searches. It was an advertisement carefully underlined by Henry. There could be no […]


6 March, 2009 от · 1 comment

Zdravka Evtimova Photo: jairo bd He drank his wine slowly, trying not to look at her. Her words were flat, and there was wine in their sounds. She had invited him to her study, to the armchair beside the heavy tomes by Shakespeare and Schiller. The books were arranged in alphabetical order, first and second […]

The Dog

1 October, 2008 от · No comments

Julie Farkas Photo: Macsurak Remi trained the viewfinder of her camera at the painting of a couple dancing in a bar. They pressed their elongated figures close together, their expressions frozen and sad. The dark wood floorboards wobbled and dipped under their feet and the orange walls and ceilings curved inward. Remi wondered if she […]