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Classic Red Mic - by Alameda821 1

The Party

I guess most of you felt the man is more adventurous than generous, so the result was: “Do you want to come to a party?” (57%) Missed the beginning? Read Part 1 and Part 2. Part 3 – The Party “Hey,” he said, suddenly deciding. “Do you want to come...

Pink painting no 1 - Virginia Verran 2

A Doorway

Your votes are in, and the result is: He speaks to the girl. New to the game? Read Part 1 here. Part 2 – A Doorway He stepped up out of the gutter onto the footpath, and ran his hand through his wet curly hair. “Nice sandwich?” he asked the...

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Japanke

With the advent of spring, C and I are wearing our Australian national footwear – thongs (or flip flops, if you must). We are now wandering the streets of Zagreb feeling cool and looking fab. There’s just one small problem. Japanke*. Basically, Croatians have an irrational fear of cold feet....

C: Rick Doble - rain on my windscreen 2

Parking in the Rain

He stopped his car in a side street and hopped out the door to check on the price of parking. There was always some bloody rule or other; police vehicles only, fifteen minutes loading zone, clearway on the second Monday of every month during school term. Was it too much...

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Blue

She feels the press of it in her palm, the weight of the thing. Such a small key, she thinks, for such a large door. The heavy wood is cool, gives away none of its secrets. But she hears it at night, calling to her. He will be home soon....

Random Yugo film, anyone? 3

Britanski Trg

If you head down Ilica on a Sunday morning you may find yourself walking past little bunches of old ladies emerging from churches, or stepping around gaggles of friends gathering for coffee during špica. If you keep on heading west from the main square, after a comfortable ten minute amble...

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The Stripper

It’s gotten to that point of the night already. He’s asking me what I do. “I’m a stripper,” I say. “I strip for a living.” His wife, taller than him, holds onto his arm and my words. “No!” she says. “Not really?” “Yes,” I say. “Really.” She gives me a...

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The Long View

I send off a couple of stories each month to various journals and competitions. Sometimes I get published, sometimes I get mercilessly rejected and my heart trampled into the still fiery coals of a summer bonfire. Bastards. I recently entered the Fish Publishing Flash Fiction prize and, although I didn’t...

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Four Friends

Norah, not one for nervousness, nimbly nudges her intent into the gnarly craniums of her no-good neighbours. “No nonsense, now,” Norah announces. “This ain’t no novel. Nuance is necessary.” Sally sneaks into the side alley, slithering her scaly skin over the slimy stones. “Thissss way?” she whispers to Fyodor. “For...