3   119 readings 5 min
It was the first time that I had ever hated the sound of my own name. “Tommy, you’re up,” the coach had yelled down from the entrance of the dugout. I was sitting on the end of the bench ... [+]

Finalist - Jury Selection
Set Stories Free 2018
3   788 readings 3 min
It was a slow, massive roar. A dense wall-of-sound that couldn’t possibly be made by one person, no matter how many microphones were hooked up to how many speakers. A scratchy, grainy blend of ... [+]

Edmonton International Airport 2017 - Short Stories
16   830 readings 3 min
“Her moodiness...” my mother says in a loud whisper to Aunt Arlene. “It’s those teenage hormones.”
I glare at the back of her head. She’d be moody too if she ... [+]

Edmonton International Airport 2017 - Short Stories
263   2899 readings 3 min
This is the story of the man who didn’t finish his. He was called. His personal details show that he was born in. But no doubt that isn’t. Not much is known about.

It was in 1974 that ... [+]

Winner - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Printemps 2017
46   679 readings 3 min

Radio in Utero

Nicolas Juliam, ago

The man in a white coat is looking closely at the low-res images on a screen, that is neither huge nor flat. In today’s world of smartphones and tablets, our man of science is tapping away on his ... [+]

169   2086 readings 3 min


Virginie Ronteix, ago

Since September, every 07.23 has been the same. First, the dull sound of an engine, then the headlights piercing the dark. The bus slows, then stops. The doors open in front of me.
... [+]

Winner - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Hiver 2016
74   718 readings 5 min

The Little Store of Ash

James Wouaal, ago

Old Shanghai was dying, it was losing between three and six streets a day. The modern city was strangling and stifling it among its skyscrapers. Soon, in a few years at the very most, it would have ... [+]

Finalist - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Eté 2016
174   2351 readings 1 min

A Potted Cactus

Anna Paquier, ago

A sharp, piercing sound reached his ears. It was a continuous beep, a stabbing sound that took up all the space in his brain.
There was a flash of white light.
“Good morning,” ... [+]

Winner - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Automne 2016
117   1178 readings 5 min


Elvyre, ago

I don’t want to boast, but I’ve just pulled off a real masterstroke. At the age of seventy-five, I have become the unrivalled outrageous old lady of Moussy-lès-Limas. I live in this... [+]

Finalist - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Hiver 2017