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Words Written on Butterflies

Written by Amir Saleem

September 2, 2008 | Published in Featured Work, Short Stories

Words Written on Butterflies

Tanya got out of the bed while the sun was still asleep. She looked out the window; even the stars were lost in the dark. “Would I be able to watch sunrise today?” she asked her heart. She knew the answer but was afraid to tell herself. Mike, her husband was still in bed and [...]

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Yellow

Written by Ayesha

September 1, 2008 | Published in Short Stories

Yellow

That morning when she opened her eyes everything seemed yellow. The sunlight was filtering through the pale, worn out curtains. But it was not that yellowish light, the room was filled with. The color yellow was oozing out from with in. She looked at his empty bed in the other corner of the small, square [...]

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White

Written by Tahera Sajid

August 31, 2008 | Published in Short Stories, Tahera Express

White

I look at her, and think. I have been sitting here for over an hour. She hasn’t looked up once. She hasn’t acknowledged my presence. She doesn’t recognize me. She can’t. It is not easy to come to terms with. That real is not real for her anymore; that my world is not hers anymore; that [...]

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Lost Letter

Written by Hazan Ozgul

August 28, 2008 | Published in Short Stories

Lost Letter

She wrote the last sentence of her letter and looked at her neat handwriting on the white sheet. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and set the paper free out of her hands and watched its flying like a white delicate butterfly. She knew it would never reach him. At that moment she [...]

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Snowflake

Written by Hazan Ozgul

August 16, 2008 | Published in Short Stories

Snowflake

First snowflake of the year. She focused her looks on the calendar to confirm the date once more - - 3rd of February - - her birthday. She woke up earlier today although it was weekend. She opened the curtains to a white world and started to watch the snow even without blinking her eyes. [...]

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Burden

Written by Amir Saleem

July 31, 2008 | Published in Short Stories

Burden

He could hardly walk. He was carrying an unseen burden. His feet were heavy, as if there were a million passages clung to his tired shoes. His heart was heavy, as if a million sinful thoughts were stuffed into his intentions. His eyes were heavy, as if a million repentant tears flooded the gates of his [...]

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On the Way to Love

Written by Hazan Ozgul

July 31, 2008 | Published in Short Stories

On the Way to Love

It had been quite a tiring journey for her but thinking of her target made her forget all the distress going on for hours. When she was about to get on the plane, butterflies were fluttering their wings in her stomach; she felt like a little kid on her first day at school. She kept [...]

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Take Gutman

Written by Lynne Viti

July 28, 2008 | Published in Features, Short Stories

Take Gutman

Elizabeth Gutman seemed extraordinarily powerful, both in intellect and in her clear resonant voice as she lectured about The Golden Bowl, in a packed, overheated third floor lecture hall. Yet physically, she appeared fragile. She wore no makeup. She dressed for winter in two or three layers of well-worn cardigans and a long wool coat, [...]

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Outside the Window

Written by Amna Saleem

July 21, 2008 | Published in Features, Short Stories

Outside the Window

Exactly 6:30pm. The clock in the tower chimed. I felt the coldness of the night as the sun descended. I said good-bye to him at the gate, outside my house. He was in a rush; he’d remembered he has a train to catch – missing it, he feared would be an unbearable pain for the [...]

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You Can Run, But You Can Never Hide

Written by Marwa Nasser

July 20, 2008 | Published in Short Stories

She was in the kitchen when she heard him open the front door. He closed it with a bang that shook her whole being. She moved away from the stove and craned her neck tracing his footsteps with her ears. Her heart sank in her body when his footsteps approached. He stopped for a second; [...]

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