Meeting Sunshine

Life
Stories

by Özge - June 22, 2020June 22, 20200

I’m trying to get to work on time, but walking isn’t as easy when I don’t have my glasses on. I keep running into things. Normally, my eyesight isn’t this bad, but I feel more than a little disoriented. I recognize people rushing by. I don’t see their faces. It’s

Summer Trip

Stories

by Özge - June 20, 2020June 21, 20202

The Baudin House sits in an old land where time remains still. The trees around the garden keep the property out of sight, creating shade with their tall bodies. Emma likes to spend her summer there, in the perfect shadows of her garden. She leans back to rest against the linden

A piece of the sea

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by Özge - June 16, 2020June 17, 20200

I vaguely remember the yellow leaves. I would follow ants through an endless garden that blanketed the village where my grandparents lived. I knew the way home as I knew the way back to this point, right behind the coffee shop of grandpa, where old men would spend their whole

Coffee or Death

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by Özge - June 14, 2020June 15, 20200

“I could kill for coffee right now,” I say to Mark. He’s looking at me like he’s had the worst day of his life, which is definitely his everyday look. For some reason, I find it hilarious. Minutes later, I try to hide my glee as we arrive at the

The Episode

Stories

by Özge - June 14, 2020June 17, 20200

James didn’t remember how he’d ended up at the hospital, but when he woke up he’d figured he’d had one of his episodes. Normally, he would call for a nurse to find out what exactly happened and who brought him here, but for some reason, he couldn’t do it now. He

A gift from the Gods

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by Özge - June 14, 2020June 21, 20200

I’m walking around the temple of Apollo with wide eyes, astounded by the beauty of the sculptures and the architecture. I gaze up, the ceiling is high enough to erase any doubts that it reaches the sky. I watch the sculptures blend into the tall walls: their faces in awe, their

Moments

by Özge - May 30, 2018June 21, 20202

You are crossing a river, together. He holds out his hand. His fingers are long and strong, somehow they feel safer than the bridge you're standing on. His face is sunburnt, freckles splashed generously. From birth, he was touched by the sun. You would think Apollo doted on him as a