Everyone should read Bergen Waltz
The deterrent force of trauma gets weaker and weaker, and suddenly the Bergen-Belsen experiences burst out of BIG.
short story
Béla Bartók at the bus stop ~ by Nóra Fehér
He was sitting cross-legged, grey and avuncular in a bus stop pavilion, smoking a cigarette. Béla Bartók at the bus stop…
God’s Mind ~ by Susan Anwin
It was the most daring undertaking of mankind; to send a probe to find the ultimate frontier; the end of the universe.
Video work, based on Hungarian short story, will be exhibited in Switzerland
Péter Forgács’s video work Venom will be exhibited at the artgenève international art fair in Switzerland by the Ani Molnár Gallery.
Annunciation ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
I felt like the bottom of my world fell out. How was I supposed to break down the news to my parents? What was I supposed to tell them?
Rosie’s Revelation ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
“I don’t want to see the visions anymore. They are wrong.” Her mom cupped her face between her hands. “How can you say that? God is talking to you.”
The Color of Nothing ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
She was pretty alright, but beyond that there was something in the way she looked at him, with the ghost of a smile on her lips.
Star Thief ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
“Look for a star? In the quantum level? Jack, this is not the time to be a jackass.” “What, I’m just trying to be useful.”
Body in my Bed ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
Every time I get home, there’s a naked body in the bed. It’s always the same body, female, 30’s, just lying there, pale in the early morning gloom…
The Real Me ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
The little defect of my kind is widely known, it’s how we are identified by prospective hunters. See, when we fall in love, we undergo certain… changes.
Dark Sister, Part 3 ~ A story by Susan Anwin
“Hey! Tim! You hear me? Come ‘n get me out of here, bitch! … Look, I really don’t think this is gonna work. We did not part on the best of terms.”
Dark Sister, Part 2 ~ A story by Susan Anwin
My first instinct was to protest that I wasn’t a vohiek, but the Prince went on. “I should have killed you when I had the chance. I might, still.”
Dark Sister, Part 1 ~ A story by Susan Anwin
“Any prince or noble would be glad to have that pure blood in their dynasty. Instead of cleaning shit for aristocrats…”
Fire Brother ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
“My… my lord… will you dance the Opening Dance with me…?” the Princess breathed, half her bashful sigh muffled by that famed golden fall of hair.
The mirror me ~ By Anna Danuhy
“And I wish I could just keep silent, I don’t know how I look to you, probably just a fluid being, existing only in your words…”
Lost in Transition ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
“This is a non-smoking institution,” another guy from one of the top bunk beds informed him. Jack tsked at him. “C’mon, no one’s gonna notice.”
The Man Who Broke Time ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
“The only sign of life were the signs used to advertise sales. They were still flashing on and off. One of them read: CONGRATS! YOU BROKE TIME!”
You’ll Die as Fish ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
“You’ll die as fish. The glass stopped in her hand. What was that supposed to mean? Doesn’t matter, probably just misheard something.”
First There was Darkness ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
Then there was darkness some more, but now there was also light, small and fluttering, like candlelight, but gradually getting stronger…
The Boar’s Head ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
She tiptoed out of her room, avoiding the creaky floorboards, crept down the stairs with her heartbeat thundering in her ears.
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