Short Stories

‘In the Spotlight’ # 1: Boneh

As part of the ‘Share the Journey’ global campaign, Caritas Cyprus presents a monthly online feature will delve into the intricacies of migrants’ journeys on their way to the island of Cyprus

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‘In the Spotlight’ # 1: Boneh

As part of the ‘Share the Journey’ global campaign, Caritas Cyprus presents a monthly online feature will delve into the intricacies of migrants’ journeys on their way to the island of Cyprus

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The Automatic Concrete Soup Theory

Perhaps the dullest inhabitant of the Industrial Unit was Mr. Concrete, whose job was to support and surround it. Burdened by millions of footsteps and his own heavy weight, Mr. Concrete, or ‘Tsimento’ as he was known to his friends, had become quite dreary.

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The Automatic Concrete Soup Theory

Perhaps the dullest inhabitant of the Industrial Unit was Mr. Concrete, whose job was to support and surround it. Burdened by millions of footsteps and his own heavy weight, Mr. Concrete, or ‘Tsimento’ as he was known to his friends, had become quite dreary.

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He came back to haunt me

Yet this delusion exposed me to another game; a male’s passport to infringe the female gaze. For as tempered as I had been, naivety seldom left my veins.

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He came back to haunt me

Yet this delusion exposed me to another game; a male’s passport to infringe the female gaze. For as tempered as I had been, naivety seldom left my veins.

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Maktub

The sound of a sliding door awakens me. The sound of a toothbrush frantically rubbing someone’s teeth propels the urge in me to move from where I am. Disguise the sounds and re-create them all together.

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Maktub

The sound of a sliding door awakens me. The sound of a toothbrush frantically rubbing someone’s teeth propels the urge in me to move from where I am. Disguise the sounds and re-create them all together.

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