A Story

Daria Popova

24.06.2010, 2 p.m.

Susan put her camera on her neck and climed the other branch. It was a sunny day, just ideal for picturing nature.

One Fine Day

Olga Nesterchuykh

It was one of those ordinary days, when the sun greeted everyone with the last drops of warming, children were excited with the beginning of a school year and everything seemed to go back to its usual way of life.

Silly game

Oksana Matuyk

There was a quiet autumn morning. A big city park attracted and captured by its beauty and majesty every person who even casually saw the golden crowns of tall trees.

The first meeting

Tetyana Kryvovyaz

I was sitting quietly and listening to the lecturer when he came in. He was five minutes late and felt extremely embarrassed.

Knock-a-door-run

Anastasia Tischencko 

Mr. Woodler lived in the flat number nine. That was the last habitation at the floor.  And everything in Mr.Woodler's personality could be described with the words that express nothingness.

Pregnancy

Anastasiya Ogir

Maryann is a perfect professional. Her thoughts are almost always about  work.You will never guess where does she work,because her appearance will never give you a chance.  She doesn't look like all women of this job.S he wears trainers ,funny green skirt with red and blue stripes, black blouses and she also has dreadlocks. Maryann looks like an ordinary hipster.

Opening the door

Ksenia Isakova

As I was opening the door, millions of thoughts ran through my mind. I was asking myself “What she is like now? Does she have the same ideas she did at thirteen when she was sent away abroad?”

My girlfriend got pregnant

Yaryna Pikh

My girlfriend got pregnant, my dear damn diary, god, I need to take shower right now. I’m so stupid that I just have imagined that in some 20 years or so I will show this lines to my son.

Am I sleeping?

Olga Yereshchenko

I found myself in a school-yard. It was my school. There was a lot of sand on the ground, like at former times it used to be a beach.

The Last Testament

Yaryna Pikh

Daniel was lying in his comfortable bed, looking at the ceiling and enjoying some eventual idle thoughts, as he always did at his evenings that used to be as lonely as his house on the outskirts of a big city.