By: John Randolph The waves that lap below Calypso the eagle are barren, their surface glinting but offering no hint of fish. That’s the first thing she notices as she glides with the ease of ice on ice, her hollow…
By: Rupesh Ullal Kulapuram 1I was in Mangalore, a coastal town in Southern India. A vacation I would cherish each time I remembered it, without hesitation.The town hadn’t changed much over the years, at least not since the Millennium, if…
By: Cariou Wen Yan was born in the 22nd year of the Daoguang era of the ancient China Qing dynasty (1842) in Jixi County, Anhui Province. He grew up in a poor family, and his parents passed away when he…
By: Rehanul Hoque After flunking in his exam and undergoing a failed relationship, one fine morning Ravi boarded a ship and set off for somewhere unknown- from Mumbai to Colombo. It should be a fresh start, a new turn in…
By: Harrison Abbott A snowstorm came. Snowfall that broke records. And then the government closed the schools. Great. That’s exactly what Robbie, Joel and I wanted. We didn’t have to go to school! With our free time, we decided to…
By: Vincent Maranto On the old stage road between Bozeman and Helena, Montana, as it crosses the Crow Creek Divide, there lies a small, square fence enclosing a grass-covered mound. The surrounding country is rugged, like much of the mountainous…
By: Andrew Giusto “I have found a bizarre universe of brightly colored horses about one half the size of other horses and yet seemingly at adult and seemingly beyond ages. The colors are fundamental to them and I suspect genetic…
By: Tracy Kempsey The first time Nick saw Cassie standing in the living room of his flat it was exactly six months after her funeral. She was standing in the same spot as the television, occupying the same space, nearly…
By Shriraj More Pune, June 2025 — Early Morning Vedika heard the rain before she saw it. A shy, uncertain sound at first—like fingertips tapping lightly against a glass jar. It came from behind the neem tree that shadowed her…
By: Seyyed Mohammad Javad Mousavi It was a night like any other. The wealthy, with full stomachs and full pockets, slept the sleep of kings, while the office workers, with their meager wages—half-satisfied, half-starved—had somehow drifted off to sleep anyway….