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Sitting on a boat basking in the heat, the smell of diesel oil fused with the sun. The stillness of the water,…
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Really enjoyed this short story by Fernando Sdrigotti called Jolts, as published by 3am Magazine in September. The editors who turned it…
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There has never been a better time to read Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Not only because it…
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The online landscape has been akin to the shifting sands of the desert in the days since the attacks in Paris. As…
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I felt numb all over. Not this. Not again. Nothing original to say. Too many words getting thrown around elsewhere, why add…
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Hard work is on the agenda. Hardworking is good. Hardworking families are apparently the best kind. Aspiration is the word of the…
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The cars on the expressway look like toys and the only things above you are the planes taking off from Haneda, an…
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From viewing the cover of Hurma you might not expect a darkly comic sex romp. You might make some guesses as to the…
