Number Nine
The walls are very thin, so I can hear it when a needle hits the floor in the next apartment. I don’t have the habit of listening to others, but sometimes it’s appealing. There is nothing to do when I...
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The Bridge I People who came back the next morning saw thousands of shoes lying on the bridge. Stilettos, boots, sandals, sneakers and slippers of all kinds and colors. The government erected tents by...
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I had been thinking of running away to the jungle and living without any responsibility lately. What a great idea it was to live like animals. No bills to pay. No emotional torture from your...
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The following chapter is from a novel excerpt I started. As the great Turkish writer Oğuz Atay once said “Dear reader, here I am, where are you?” Alina Alina was born in a small village by the Baltic...
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