By: Gaither Stewart When my taxi crossed the Ponte di Risorgimento the drizzle that had set in that afternoon had turned into a steady downpour. Yellow lights reflected eerily off the upriver […]
Story: ISABELLA DA LUNA
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Story: Night
By: Sam Rapth She was very tall, say five feet, 8. A short skirt desperately tried to hide her fleshy assets. Her t-shirt struggled to keep those two white rabbits of hers […]
Story: Brickley’s Code
By: Tom Sheehan “Brickley!” yelled his boss Marquis, “if you don’t get out of the way I’ll kick your ass for good.” And Marquis, darker but plump himself, wearing an atrocious suit […]
Story: Soothing Turbulence
By: Michael C. Keith A blocked bowel will make you howl! –– Anonymous Elliot Connors began to experience intense abdominal pain on his return flight to Providence from the Midwest. For the […]
Poem: The Regal Journey
By: Natana Vasuki I swim across the blue sky Along with grey old clouds To meet with the fiery red sun That smiles majestically with its rays I sing along with the silvery […]
Poem: Love Song to Rochester
By: Adreyo Sen Nights, I am Jane Eyre ready to submit in the warm of silk to Rochester. My Rochester! Once he was Beauty’s beast. I stole him from the undeserving thing. Then […]
Poem: The Unsocial Butterfly
By: Debleena Majumdar The quarterly butterfly meet Has on its agenda, The Judgement day For the wayward way Of the unsocial butterfly. “Aha” says the Butterfly Head Stroking his shiny wings “Present the […]
Poem: Like an Ancient Tree
By: Kousik Adhikari Like an ancient tree you know all the seasons, its colors why it changes in the rain and after the smell of rain-soaked earth spells magic, I have seen […]
Poem: If You Ask Me Again
By: Kousik Adhikari If you ask me again I shall not be able to answer your queries why the night ceases on earth and million stars hung on the bosom of night […]
Story: Address
By: Sam Rapth Sam Searched for that address. 11, Hope Street, Dunwoody. He stood at the end of the street. There were not many, except a couple of people in that street, at […]
