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❃ Kayıp Rıhtım was originally founded on fantasy and science fiction, and today it is a platform that touches every aspect of literature and life. It started broadcasting in the first month of 2008. In addition, they have been publishing a selection of short stories on a different theme every month for thirteen years. I […]

❃ Kayıp Rıhtım was originally founded on fantasy and science fiction, and today it is a platform that touches every aspect of literature and life. It started broadcasting in the first month of 2008. In addition, they have been publishing a selection of short stories on a different theme every month for thirteen years. I […]

Translation: Enes Talha Coşgun She was afraid of falling off the balcony. This feeling entered into her suddenly, as instantaneous as the vane touches twelve, as definite as the day progress of the calendar, and as irreversible as the arrow of time. She feared that lies would be told on her behalf; she was afraid […]

Thanks to Enes Talha Coşgun for the translation. When she looked at the giant clock of the terminal, she realized that a ten-minute slumber was enough to dream. The woman raised her head from the jam-packed small suitcase and blinked her eyes as if she wanted to distract from sleep. She coughed a few times […]

My story, which competed in the 11th Short Story Competition in Yerli Bilimkurgu Yükseliyor and appeared in the 53rd issue of YBKY magazine, is with you! Thanks to Enes Talha Coşgun for the translation. We were a nameless group of friends. There were twelve of us. We were all young and full of curiosity. In […]

❝ “It’s been going on since the day we moved in,” the apartment superintendent’s wife said, looking at the bubbles on the coffee. “Knock-knock in the middle of the night… Just like someone’s walking. Someone lives inside our walls … ” ❞ This story participated in the 1st National Short Story Competition organized by Yazı […]

❝In the middle of an old bathroom where the bulb emittet a dirty yellow light, a woman was standing naked, the tiles were broken, and the bathroom was warming up by a bath stove. Her wet hair hung like a cat’s tail between the shoulder blades, water drops shining like fireflies on her skin. She […]

An ascetic who has turned his back on desserts and what they represent… And a dream that shows him the way, that leads him away from pain, even though it does not lead him to happiness… This is an intrinsic and bizarre story.

To this land there came such an evil age; the gentlemen laid their eyes on the women with rage. Sons, husbands and fathers, became enemies to their mothers; enemies to their wives, and daughters. Five centuries after the Arabs who buried their newborn daughters and adored Al-Lat, a man called Yūsuf Balasaguni rioted against the […]