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Story: Encounter

By: Sri Ram The container trucks that transport brand new cars between states, lorries carrying sacks of rice and wheat and jewelry shops are among a few that Arun have laid his thieving hands on yet, the police never rounded…

Story: Festival

By: Sri Ram Contract killers Mani and David were given assignment for the month. The assignment sheet said that they were to kill a guy named Arul, aged 35, an ex-military man. There was a photograph that clearly showed Arul…

Story: Between the Shadow and the Soul

By: Sobia Abdin I must have been holding the photograph for several minutes in my left hand, staring at it pensively, my head heavy with the weight of my thoughts. Ten years had elapsed since the photograph was taken. Lakshita…

Story: Autumn Leave Taking

By: William T. Hathaway Bracing against gusts of wind, I splash through puddles and crush red-orange-yellow leaves that splotch the sidewalk to the radiologist’s office. There I drink the barium cocktail and slide into the CAT scan ring; the machine…

Story: The Lottery Ticket

By: Ruth Deming She took to sleeping on her screened-in back porch during these terribly hot nights in August. A long chaise lounge took up half the room and lay on the green carpeting that looked like freshly mown grass. Her…

Story: Saviour

By: David Churack I remember that it was rubbish collection day when I died. The strongest emotion I felt over the whole day was bitter resentment at the metaphorical implications. Truth be told, though, I was ready to die. I was…

Story: Gods

By:  Sri Ram Looking at Vega walking briskly on the sands of the Sahara Pigo asked “Where do you go?” “I am gonna see God” Vega said without even turning his head towards Pigo. Pigo walked along with Vega. He…

Story: The Blue Moon Hotel

By: emon.nc The water would recede, but the stench would linger on. A cold, damp, hopeless stench that Neharika hated so much. Every time the murky brown water rushed through the doors of blue moon hotel, Neharika would feel fretful….

Story: Autumn Leave Taking

By: William T. Hathaway Bracing against gusts of wind, I splash through puddles and crush red-orange-yellow leaves that splotch the sidewalk to the radiologist’s office. There I drink the barium cocktail and slide into the CAT scan ring; the machine…