29 Jan

by: Christopher Adams Happy Birthday Patrick   He'd slept out of his covers again and woken up cold. The room was only just coming round and the old man was always up first, naked and sleepy and thin. Numb vibrations built into an even roll of whooshes and sweeps....

17:24 / MAS / Storywriting / Winter 18
23 Jan

Smithereens  By Aleksander Hemon New Yorker. Near our mountain cabin, in Jahorina, there was once a hotel called Šator. It was open only in the winter for the skiing season. When you stood outside the hotel under a frigid, starry sky, you could smell cafeteria grease, wood fire,...

22:28 / MAS / Storywriting / Winter 18