Kerem Mermutlu
Kerem Mermutlu has worked as a bookseller in London, as well as teaching English as a foreign language in Japan and Taiwan. Kerem writes young adult fiction and 'My Last Summer' is his first novel. It's been described as 'a catcher in the rye for Asia' and is available in paperback and for Kindle and all other ebook formats.
His new novel 'Broken Yeah Wow' is a novel that revolves around blogs, coffee, trying to understand your best friend, staying up all night because you can't sleep, and figuring out who you are.
'Small Little Things' is a collection of 100 short stories, taken from his blog. Readers from over 91 countries worldwide have read Kerem's short stories, which he writes one a day, every day.
The stories are about listening to buildings, not fitting in, trying to escape from your stupid little town, and generally trying to understand things when everything is falling apart. The stories are small, and they are little, and they are full of things.
Find his blog at www.keremmermutlu.tumblr.com.
You can also visit his fan page on facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pages/My-Las...
“He smiles and I smile and we take long beautiful sips on our cokes.”
“Something else you should really know about me. When I get nervous, my fingers shake. I’ve noticed this a lot recently. When mother and father argue and their voices are falling around the small family apartment, when their voices are banging against my bedroom door, I can feel my fingers start to move. I tell my fingers to stop and, sometimes, they do. But if I look at my hands closely, once I’ve told them to stop, and I try to focus on keeping them as still as possible, I notice that they are still moving.”
“I work in a restaurant in an airport in Taiwan. I am eighteen years old and I don’t like my job because everyone gets on planes and leaves. And I want to leave too.”
“I don’t know if it was just me making things up in my head but after the fear in their eyes had gone what replaced it was like a sad kind of wondering. A wondering of where the old me was hiding. A wondering about where the old me had gone to. It was like I had suddenly been taken over by someone else and they could see the old me had fallen away for good.”