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A Dead River is All I Want

You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?

FICTION / The graveyard in the desert of void

The voices–the wails that had called me here–were emanating from these very graves. 

Facing the nightmare of darkness

Lighting struck everywhere. Amidst the enchanted woods, the howls of wolves echoed with a joyous "Awoo!".

FICTION / Interim

That was the first time in my life I’d smelled charred meat. I could tell it was different from the kind you’re supposed to eat, and my mother had to hold me as I threw up violently on the side of the street.

CREATIVE NONFICTION / Vinayeki

Oh that angelic call, yet I cannot respond. I cannot open my mouth in fear of the burning pain overpowering my senses.

Fiction / Miles away

Back at home, food used to narrate stories. Here, food does not travel far to the nooks and crannies of Velutha’s heart; it only reaches his stomach well enough to leave him looking healthy and strong.

Fiction / It’s a Love Story, baby just say yes

Sameer’s mother looked at her husband before quickly stepping in and attempting to defuse the situation. “You know it’s just a heritage thing. We’re not really Biharis".

Fable Factory / Storytellers

“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”

Fable Factory / Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel

I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.

November 24, 2022
November 24, 2022

My first encounter with the unknown

“Excellent! Come downstairs, we’re waiting for you.”

November 24, 2022
November 24, 2022

50 Questions to Ask Your Partner

"What would be an absolutely perfect afternoon to you?"

November 10, 2022
November 10, 2022

Homage To The Pawns

Eight mighty titans, unleashing their wrath!

November 10, 2022
November 10, 2022

UNFULFILLED DREAMS

Having a conversation with him was an arduous task.

November 3, 2022
November 3, 2022

Palms to the Oars

For someone who grew up alone, I happen to feel terribly lonely.

October 28, 2022
October 28, 2022

Ink for days: How Inktober is its own medium of storytelling

Pictures are really the most basic form of story-telling, aren’t they? I imagine our ancestors sat around fires doing shadow theatre. They painted on cave walls long before writing came along.

October 27, 2022
October 27, 2022

Shingara before the end of times

Where else would they find a criminal, other than in the back alleys where the sun hadn’t reached for years, where the half-dead struggled in the flooded sewage for a scrap of euphoria.

October 13, 2022
October 13, 2022

The Emerald Stone is Maisun’s confident foray into the world of fiction

Is the debut novel for Umme Maisun, Bangladesh's youngest online educator.

September 22, 2022
September 22, 2022

July Belongs to Misery

"Are you happy?" June asks Lazmere.

September 15, 2022
September 15, 2022

All that matters

The office started to clear out once the overhead clock struck five.

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