Kodak 35_No Such Thing as Perfect Endings_The Man in the Window_Misreadings
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Kodak 35
Somebody yells quick, snap the bloody picture already, but she can’t understand anything apart from the word Foto, a word which scares her. She’s brave, she keeps still, her lips pursed, huddled together, her eyes staring into the black abyss of the lens. That’s how her mother told her to be — a statue. She’s only four. Her father’s night-time stories have grown darker lately, he’s been saying the camera steals a chunk of a person’s soul every time the shutter clicks, and she shudders, expecting to hear it any moment now. The man who holds her in his arms smiles at her benignly and the image i...
No Such Thing as Perfect Endings
Pre-order now! The long-awaited final instalment of Ellie Harper’s Midnight Flower Garden trilogy will be released on 4th May. Secrets will be revealed. Blood will be shed. Kingdoms will reunite. And the millennia-old mystery of the Midnight Flower Garden will finally be laid to rest once and for all. Pre-order your copy today! Ellie’s eyes read and re-read the placeholder text on the website. Next to the paragraph was a grey box promising title and artwork reveal soon! Too soon, if Ellie had her way. The release date was set in stone according to her agent. Butler Publishing had already pri...
The Man in the Window
Aloysius looked down. Thirty-two stories below him, he could see the ground. Infinitesimal human beings, greedily scrounging for something that would fill their aching souls, crowded the sidewalks. Alongside them, a river of cars square-danced their way through the streets. A faint murmur of honking could be heard from Aloysius’s vantage point, though the sound was dimmed by the steady rush of wind. He held his balance, his life, by the railings. One hand plastered to the metal, the other carefully wiping the glass in front of him. He had only begun his work, the scorching sun just barely yawn...
Misreadings
I’ll never understand it all.“Come to prom with me!” CeCe squeals and bounces on my bed sending my Psychology textbook flying. I turn around to acknowledge her.I studied her.“It’s going t-to be noisy and loud. Too m-many people. Not to mention the overwhelming stench of cheap perfume mixed with fruit punch.” I get off the bed to retrieve my book. “No thank you.”“It’s not going to be noisy. There won’t be speakers ‘cause it’ll be a silent prom with headphones and everything. We can’t really get rid of the perfume, but I promise it’ll still be fun. It’s an Aspie’s dream, Cosima.” She managed to...