My Story, Shadows, is live at SAVA, Subject and Verb Agreement Press

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Many thanks to the Editor, Blaine Myers, my story, Shadows, is live at SAVA Press, Subject And Verb Agreement Press. This story was first published at CarpeArte Journal, many thanks to the Editor, the lovely Eva Wong Nava.

Here are the links:

https://savapress.blogspot.com/2022/04/shadows-by-sebnem-sanders.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR3X8_L11x96IlaMdh6bcTXyt3dQXYKxaG-uG7iijVZDPxefJnZyipnY-kg

https://carpearte.wordpress.com/2018/10/30/shadows-by-sebnem-e-sanders/

And here is the photo that inspired it:

Innocent Shadow by Mark Slone

http://home.hiwaay.net/~slone/ishadow.html

Many thanks for reading. 🙂

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Mummy’s Torchlight

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adoptipn, art, blood, child, comfort, desolation, family, father, loss, love, mother, music, omp, OneMillionProject, redemption, revenge, sadness, safety, Short Story, thriller, ThrillerAnthology, torchlight

 

Cover by David J. Meyers

 

 

Here’s the link and the blurb to a short story I posted on Wattpad and submitted to OMP, One Million Project, for their Thriller Anthology.  (2,700 words) 

 

Toby waited for Mummy, but she never came back. Uncle Jim and Aunt Doris told him she was in Heaven. Why did Mummy go there without him? Why couldn’t he go to see her?
He kept Mummy’s torchlight safe, to guide him through the darkness, knowing she’d watch over him.

 

Mummy’s Torchlight

 

https://www.wattpad.com/447960743-mummy%27s-torchlight

 

Kaleidoscope of Colours

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bombs, child, colours, dreams, explosions, protection, war

Many thanks to the Drabble for publishing my drabble. 🙂

By Sebnem Sanders

He could hear the blasts from far away. It happened every day and night. Heavy eyelids lured him into a dream. Balloons, kites and the pretty prints his mother wore. She stroked his hair, saying, “Always take care of your baby sister.” He nodded, holding onto her sleeve. He was five, his sister two.

Loud noises tore him from the kaleidoscope. His sister wailed as the walls shook and crumbled down. In the foggy air, he dashed to her crib and picked her up. He squatted in a corner and covered her head with his hands.

    
Bio: Sebnem E. Sanders is a native of Istanbul, Turkey, living currently on the Eastern shores of the Southern Aegean where she dreams and writes Flash Fiction and poetry, as well as longer works of fiction. Her stories have appeared on the Authonomy Blog, The Drabble, and Sick…

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