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Time of Death: 6:52pm | Short Story Monday 3
I looked down at my open palm, the wristwatch sat in it. I felt the cold of the silver as I brushed my thumb around the rim of the watch face. The white and silver of the hands popped in comparison to the round black dial below them. The time had stopped at 6 hours and 52 minutes. It had stopped the very second he had passed. The doctors had called his passing 6:52pm. My grandad had been rushed to hospital, a speedy ambulance ride after he had dropped to the ground clasping a

Natacha Martins
Jul 65 min read
The Studio Viewing | Short Story Monday #2
Several months had passed on the search for my very own place on campus. I had seen a handful of shared rooms and single rooms. Today, I was viewing an on campus studio. I had dragged my friend Lottie along with me, and being the good friend that she is she had come with a smile. Lottie had already found her own place, it was a shared house off campus. She had invited me to take one of the rooms but I knew that I couldn’t do it. I liked my privacy, I liked having my own space

Natacha Martins
Jun 296 min read
Split Tongues and Grey Walls | Short Story Monday #1
I had wandered off the path for a while now. Unsure exactly where I had made my mistake. Was it when I headed west after the second signpost, or was it when I turned east at the end of the short stream. At this point it didn’t really matter any more, what mattered was that the footpath was no longer beneath my feet and I no longer saw those white arrows on the trees that the park rangers sometimes painted to keep hikers moving in the right direction. Now, I was left with no s

Natacha Martins
Jun 225 min read
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