Category: fiction

  • Goodbye Anna, thank you Levin, sorry Karenin

    Goodbye Anna, thank you Levin, sorry Karenin

    Yesterday I finished reading Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina. For eight months I’ve picked up this book while waiting for trains, before setting off to work, after a hard day, and on lunch breaks. It wasn’t a light read, and nor was it a book to be rushed. I savoured moments in every chapter, and I’m sad…

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  • A Reason for November Part 2

    This was how much time she had. Not three years, not three weeks, but three days .Elise, by no conscious act, was inclined to wish for more time in everything. She was inclined to wish that she had two days instead of one, or four hours instead of three, or five minutes instead of two.…

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  • It’s Autumn

    It’s Autumn

    Summer had waved goodbye and Autumn was taking her turn at weather control. 

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  • The Gallery

    The Gallery

    It all seemed like fiction, or film. That day, as he looked around him, Andrew felt strangely detached from the space as if there was a distance between him an the scene of the art gallery that was in front. Andrew’s glasses were the same style as Woody Allen, his favourite film director. Today he…

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  • Departure and Arrival

    Departure and Arrival

    We can’t travel at the moment, so of course, I’m dreaming of when we can travel again. Here’s a little story snippet that I’ve imagined. Enjoy indulging in some escapism with me. My heart was beating a little faster than usual as I tugged my hand luggage case behind me, and squinted at the information…

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