queer and sapphic
short stories
Hello Lovelies,
welcome to my new world of queer and sapphic short stories. As a passionate reader myself, I know the struggle of trying to find these specific sad happy ending stories. The ones that exactly match the vibe and tone I’m looking for in my head. Since I also try to write scripts – if uni allows for some spare time – I thought I could just turn the unfinished scripts into short stories. So, here I am now, hoping you find some joy and comfort in the stories.
Weekends at the Post Office
by Ellie Hofmann
‘The Woman screams confidence and authority, but something isn’t quite right about her appearance. Her shoulders are slightly hunched. She seems drawn into herself. Almost as if she was trying to hide herself. Trying not to be noticed. I would know about it.’
Seagulls and Champagne
by Ellie Hofmann
‘The woman in the picture was a bit blurry – motion blur, clearly – already halfway out of the frame again, slightly off centre. There was no seagull to be seen. Instead, a glass of champagne had found the centre, sparkling right with the first stars that had started to appear in the slowly darkening sky.’
The Bell Boy
by Ellie Hofmann
‘Almost nobody had noticed it at first, used to the noise of music and shouting and laughter. The bells just blended in with the indifference of the valley, making its people deaf to the danger that was looming over them.’
Riverside Ghosts
by Ellie Hofmann
‘Eva turned around at the voice, a tired smile on her face. She never waited for him to come. Some days she’d end up alone and that was okay. Still, Eva was happy to hear his voice. To see his face, get to look into his eyes. It was so rare, so fleeting. She wanted to cherish all the time she could get.’
