THE MIST – Horror Story

❝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 left the towel in her room. In this place, where the unknown clicks are heard and where the unknown shadows pass, she turned to the mirror with a trembling fear in her heart.❞ This is the horror story I wrote for the competition organized by …

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MORNING SUN, THE DUNG BEETLE – 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 God who created the evil sex. “It would be better if these girls were not born and if they were born, better it is they would not live.” [1] He said; “Under the ground must be her place, her home should be a neighbor to …

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BLACK FRINGE – Outbreak Story

This story was included in Salgın Bilimkurgu Öyküleri (Outbreak Sci-fi Stories) selection of edebiyatyarismalari.com and was first shared there. Thanks to Enes Talha Coşgun for the translation. ✴ The gray-haired man was squeezing his hand so tightly that the fully filled glass would almost shatter. He stayed in that position until his knuckles hurt. Then he sighed, loosened his hand, and set the glass down on the table. The surface of the tea in it was like a small hand mirror, reflecting the flowers in the pot, the ivy bent towards the ground as it grew longer after being wrapped …

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THE EXPLICIT MYSTERY – Crime Fiction Story

Here is my story that won the Special Jury Award of Truva Literature Magazine‘s 4th Story Competition. Thanks to Enes Talha Coşgun for the translation. In the waiting room of the police station, the man with gray hair was sitting with his spreaded legs. His face, red from crying, made him look ten years older. His back was bent. His hands and feet were shaking. With his gray suit and lilac tie, he looked like a postcard that had faded from the sun. Vedat has been coming here every morning for six months. He was waiting for news from his …

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