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Micro (one-minute stories)
M. Cristina Marras
15 episodes
2 weeks ago
About one minute. That’s all it takes to create a world. MIcro tells short, exciting, and sometimes strange stories with unexpected twists. Each episode shows a different aspect of human nature: sometimes sad, sometimes ridiculous, often told by unreliable narrators. Always unexpected.
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About one minute. That’s all it takes to create a world. MIcro tells short, exciting, and sometimes strange stories with unexpected twists. Each episode shows a different aspect of human nature: sometimes sad, sometimes ridiculous, often told by unreliable narrators. Always unexpected.
Show more...
Fiction
Arts
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15. Kennedy
Micro (one-minute stories)
1 minute
3 years ago
15. Kennedy
Sometimes what we remember from our childhood is confused with the stories other people tell us. A micro narration in a minute or so.TRANSCRIPTI remember exactly the day Kennedy was shot. My mother was wearing a black twin-set of jumpers, it was probably spring, or autumn, and we were watching television, and my mother was crying. I wasn’t even born the day that Kennedy was shot, but this memory is so vivid in my mind, that I really believe it to be true. Now I know, it wasn’t Kennedy my mother was crying for, it was my uncle Franco, her younger brother who migrated at a young age into to the mainland, killed in an industrial accident, crushed to death by a piece of machinery. The two identities, that of Kennedy and of my uncle, they remain forever connected in my memory, and I still can’t think of one, without having to see the other with the eyes of my mind.
Micro (one-minute stories)
About one minute. That’s all it takes to create a world. MIcro tells short, exciting, and sometimes strange stories with unexpected twists. Each episode shows a different aspect of human nature: sometimes sad, sometimes ridiculous, often told by unreliable narrators. Always unexpected.