By: Debraj Bhattacharya I Susan looked out of the window of a café on a cold and foggy afternoon in London and wondered whether her life had any meaning. Was she simply a bundle of molecules floating in time and space…
By: David Lohrey When you get to be my age, you begin to put things into categories, make lists, sort people and things by a smaller and smaller set of variables: good and bad, affordable and pricey, attractive and out of…
Literary Yard has spoken to Chiranjit Paul regarding his new novel ‘The Fragrance of Rose’ which brings to the fore the topic of sexual harassment at work. Chiranjit openly shares his insights on the journey of the novel and how…
By: M S Pallister The kettle whistled. Virginia looked at her I-heart-NY cup, sitting lonely on the worktop, and for the second time that morning broke down in tears. Rage tears. What about the allotment I had planned? All the rhubarb,…
By: Dr. Cornelia Păun Heinzel Translated by : Sorana Avramescu Once Cornelia stepped into the city of pools, of romance, of supreme love and of the cruelest betrayals in love, Venice, the land rise of water, she had the feeling…
By: Ginger Simons I knew that the wind was shaking the windows. From the low light seeping in from behind the curtains, I knew that it was either early morning, or dusk. I knew that I was lying in a bed,…
By: Daisy Sortibran Amethyst scrunched up her nose as she watched the seats in the big red tent began to fill up. Her dad had dragged her and her younger siblings to the circus and she wasn’t happy about it. She…
By: Connie Bae It smelled faintly of hot dogs. However, the strong stench of rotting food and unknown liquids made my eyes water. Everything around me was filthy. I was sitting in a pool of what seemed to be leachate that…
By: Mohammad Anas “What an awe-inspiring beauty” an old familiar voice exclaimed with joy. I was sipping my coffee just behind her table in a cafe. After a while, got a rough sketch that she was talking about her friend’s…
By: Raymond Greiner I gaze from my bedroom window on this glorious spring morning as dew glistens on the green pasture. Crows glean the field, with a loquacious sentinel perched nearby keeping watch. I’m William Townsend, and I just turned…