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Flash Fiction Competition 2021 – Third Place: Guidelines to Safely Using Your Murderous Tendencies
Read more: Flash Fiction Competition 2021 – Third Place: Guidelines to Safely Using Your Murderous TendenciesBy Tiago T.I. Viergever Let me give you some advice, killer to killer. After all, that’s something we all have in common: We’ve all killed before. At one point or another each one of us, dear reader, has been guilty of some grizzly murder. Or do the critters, so unceremoniously crushed beneath your soles, not…
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Independent and Dependant Antigua
Read more: Independent and Dependant AntiguaAn intersectional approach to the racist colonial hierarchies instilled within Antigua’s national identity Britain has irrevocably moulded the national identity of Antiguans. Europe has incessantly meddled with the inner workings of Antiguan society while profiting off of the people they deem as inferior. The inferiority that Britain established and that Europe at large perpetuates is…
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The Storybook of Late Night Thoughts
Read more: The Storybook of Late Night ThoughtsDo you remember those nights? Rolled up into your blanket, your nightlight already placed in the socket, the weight of a parent on the side of the mattress. Stories of monsters and men, fairies and sorcerers. Nightly recurring stage productions with star actors– our parents deserving of Oscar nominations. I count myself lucky to recognize…
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Romanian Nostalgia pt. 3 – Memories, Amateur Mysticism and Fortune-telling or Why you should keep the occult in your life
Read more: Romanian Nostalgia pt. 3 – Memories, Amateur Mysticism and Fortune-telling or Why you should keep the occult in your lifePhoto credits: Virginia Lupu, from the series “Tin Tin Tin,” 2018–19. When I was around 6, my grandma found out I was deathly afraid of the dark and struggling with nightmares, so she decided to take me to a healer she knew in her village. She woke me up the next morning and off we…
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Of Heartbreak
Read more: Of HeartbreakThe dark gap between the curtains is lit by the first morning rays. I awake from my troubled sleep and try to make sense of my existence. My head is a drum set – with the drummer. I take a quick scan of the room; beer cans, beer cans everywhere. Oh, a few wine bottles…
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