Carsten ten Brink is a writer, artist and photographer. He was born in Germany and raised in Australia, Japan and the United Kingdom. He lives in London and studied at the University of Cambridge. Stories have recently been shortlisted and/or published by Fish Publishing, Jerry Jazz Magazine, The Master's Review, and also previously in The Write Launch. He is currently editing two novels and working toward a collection of short stories.
The Red Wheelbarrow
Something was different when Danny closed the wooden picket gate behind him at Aunt June’s. The first thing he noticed was an odd smell, something mixed in with the pines along the path.
Short Story
Issue 83, May 2024
Her Prime Conjecture1
‘Lasagne. It’s already in the oven, Mom,’ Cissy said. ‘And then I have a lot of papers to mark tonight.’ One and a half lies in that answer, but they were only white lies.
‘Don’t eat too much of it, honey,’ her mother said. ‘I know how rich your lasagne is. You can freeze the rest.’
‘Yes, Mom.’
‘Your father had a good week. The Chess Team reached the Third Round.’
‘Don’t eat too much of it, honey,’ her mother said. ‘I know how rich your lasagne is. You can freeze the rest.’
‘Yes, Mom.’
‘Your father had a good week. The Chess Team reached the Third Round.’
Short Story
Issue 75, July 2023
Carsten ten Brink
Carsten ten Brink is a writer, artist and photographer. He was born in Germany and raised in Australia, Japan and the United Kingdom. He lives in London and studied at the University of Cambridge. Stories have recently been shortlisted and/or published by Fish Publishing, Jerry Jazz Magazine, The Master's Review, and also previously in The Write Launch. He is currently editing two novels and working toward a collection of short stories.
The Red Wheelbarrow
Something was different when Danny closed the wooden picket gate behind him at Aunt June’s. The first thing he noticed was an odd smell, something mixed in with the pines along the path.
Short Story
Issue 83, May 2024
Her Prime Conjecture1
‘Lasagne. It’s already in the oven, Mom,’ Cissy said. ‘And then I have a lot of papers to mark tonight.’ One and a half lies in that answer, but they were only white lies.
‘Don’t eat too much of it, honey,’ her mother said. ‘I know how rich your lasagne is. You can freeze the rest.’
‘Yes, Mom.’
‘Your father had a good week. The Chess Team reached the Third Round.’
‘Don’t eat too much of it, honey,’ her mother said. ‘I know how rich your lasagne is. You can freeze the rest.’
‘Yes, Mom.’
‘Your father had a good week. The Chess Team reached the Third Round.’
Short Story
Issue 75, July 2023