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Bekir Yıldız - Bedrana

Kurgudan Gerçeğe Programının üçüncü bölümünde Bekir Yıldız’ın “Bedrana” isimli öyküsünü inceledik. Öyküye önce yakın okuma yapıp onu edebiyat açısından değerlendirdik. Ardından öyküde geçen töre, kadın cinayetleri, İstanbul Sözleşmesi gibi konuları hukuki ve toplumsal açıdan ele aldık. İzlemek / dinlemek için ilgili linke…

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Writing Excerpt: Demy’s House of Spanxcakes

by JK Pounding

Bedrana craweled over the ridge, a loney growl deep in her throat. She had heard of a secret place that could lay out all things of buttery soft and sausage length but she wasn’t quite sure how to repeat it. 

The woman knew it wasn’t by the ports because the pirate king had turned down her rather generous deal. 

She had tried the prime directive of love but was chased down for it wasn’t the time. 

But there was a whisper, a hint of a sexy guide that could show her the way to her heart. 

Glancing around the area, Bedrana slid down and placed her under garment towards the entrance of a bush. It was only moments until the roguish Perv, Dances with Skirts appeared. 

“Oh Fair sexy one.” Bedrana purred trying her best to appeal to the man of ill repute. “Please show me the way that I desire.”

“Don’t believe all that hear about me.” Dances muttered picking up the garment and placing it within his collection. 

“Can you not show me the way to the breastfast special? The one of the salted long meats and hard eggs?” Bedrana moaned, again trying to appeal to the man. 

“The one that is open all night?” He cooed in her direction motioning with his hand towards his alcove in the bush.

Bedrana daintly stepped inside and marveled at the house within view becoming clearer and clearer. 

“Demy’s House of Spanxcakes.”

“I wonder if they’ll have take out” Bedrana gasped. 

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