You would love this, I know. The buzz of the lorries vibrates the thin window above the sofa bed. Noise to me, lullaby to you.
It’s never dark anymore. The sky moans in rust. The air scratches. And I’m still awake in bed when Mom opens the door of my room, ‘We’re leaving.’
"There’s a dark-light-dark-light-dark-light flashing to your left...." Originally published on Reflex Fiction, where it's just missed the longlist in the Spring 2021 Reflex flash fiction competition.
A flash fiction story that was originally published at National Flash Fiction Day.
Lotti, a high school girl from Budapest, is on a quest for sounding as confident as a native English speaker.
"He holds a guitar case. An unusual sight among the briefcases and laptop bags ruling London’s business district."
Trump, Brexit, Hungary. The thing in common? The anti-migrant agenda. Read my guest article on how progressives can tackle worldwide hate campaigns against immigration on Political Critique.
I’m not a celebrated famous author (yet). But I still would like to share some of the lessons I learnt from finishing a short story, because I would like to learn from your examples too.
"This story is about how I did not become a superhero," says Daniel, the teenage protagonist of Paperman. I nourished Daniel's story from the moment it came to me one night when I was half asleep and kept me awake for hours. His story about his relationship with his dad is very close to my heart. I really hope you'll enjoy reading it. Also, I'd be happy to read your thoughts in the comments section.
Trump should be very grateful for his grandfather, who immigrated to the US from Germany, because showing off – the very essence of his brand – might not made him so successful in Central Europe. (Sorry folks in the US.)