August 2011
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“By setting the story in 1984, before cell phones and e-mail and the Internet had...”
– Haruki Murakami on 1Q84 in The New Yorker. (via somethingchanged)
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Short Story Number Five Hundred and Fifty Three
I’m standing next to the walls and I can hear them again. They sound kind of grumpy and angry this morning, so I ask them what’s wrong. Oh, nothing, they say. We’re just tired of staying in the same place day after day after day, that’s all. It gets kind of boring. So I decided to stay with the walls and keep them company for the rest of the day. I asked them a million...
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“For some weird reason it’s like i feel like i’m missing out on...”
– My Last Summer by Kerem Mermutlu
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Short Story Number Five Hundred and Fifty Two
We had nothing to do so we watched T.V. for a little bit and then started to read some books. The summer holidays were nearly over and we were bored, but we still didn’t want the summer to end. One day when we’re rich and famous, we can live like this every day, you said. That sounded like a fun life. Me and you getting bored and then reading books or seeing movies or just walking...
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Short Story Number Five Hundred and Fifty One
You wanted to look one more time, just to be sure, just to be sure that we hadn’t forgotten anything, but I was tired of checking again and again, you know? You didn’t like me saying this, so you looked at the floor for a little bit. You kept quiet for a little bit. You stood there and pretended to be a statue. I knew we were ready to get out of this town but I also knew that you...
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