Ecem Yucel — Excerpt: Tulumba (Kerhane Tatlısı), pump (or brothel dessert) — / deep fried batter, coated in thick, / saccharine syrup, resembling churros.
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Tim Frank — Excerpt: Humbled, it occurs to Mylene, nobody likes Tchaikovsky or even classical music—not anymore.
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Sarah Das Gupta — Excerpt: There was a loud chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ as I went through A and E with a blood soaked towel on my head, looking like the Queen of Sheba in a horror movie.
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Natalie Nee — Excerpt: I’ve been waiting to speak with his family, but I can’t remember the last time they were here, despite living less than five miles away.
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Sarah Masters — Excerpt: You’re a witch, Jan. A bloody witch. Are those eyeballs?
