The sirens begin to scream, the sound sharp as lightning in the December air. Wincing, we look up in unison, as though belonging to one body. Though it is long past dusk, the park is thick with revelers on the brink of celebrating the holidays…
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The Girl in the Stairwell
There is a stairwell that all the students avoid. It is in one of the old humanities buildings, caught somewhere between 17th century romance and ancient tragicomedies. Like it is with all such places where the lights flicker, and where shadows dance of their own accord, stories spring up around it like wildflowers…
The Guest
There is a mouse in your bedroom. He has been there for quite some time now, and you hardly even mind it anymore. He had planned – had promised – to only be there a week or two, but then something came up rather suddenly, and you had not the heart to ask him to leave…
Gestures
Inside the cafe it smells like fresh coffee and baking bread. Jazz music plays indistinctly behind the noise of human conversation. A coffeemaker beeps cheerfully and the lone barista behind the counter jots down orders hurriedly…
