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Story: Underneath the Arches

By: Gaither Stewart     “Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.” Oscar Wilde. The crowd had started yelling and hollering and clapping at the first notes from his…

Story: What Remains

By: Michael C. Keith                                   Reasons are not like garments, the worse for wearing.  –– Robert Devereux Knowing he was not long for this world, Philip Desmond decided to clean out his closet. He had not done so in…

Story: The Boy Who Loved to Dance

By: Adreyo Sen When I was a child, my relationship with my mother was often strained. I was five when she signed me up for lessons at the Maharashtra Lawn Tennis association. But I was scared of my coach, who…

Story: Town Drunk

By: Jerry Mullins People ask me “Why do you seem to like being the town drunk?” Well, when I get asked that every once in awhile, I think about it. Then I tell them, just like I am reading a list….

Lila: Jump out of the pot!

By: William T. Hathaway   “I’m getting hot,” croaked the frog as he floated in a pot of water from which steam was beginning to rise. “Me too,” croaked the other frog as she paddled listlessly. “This water used to…

Story: Four Idiots

By: Ram Prasath When Chithranjan Das, toredapage from the Calendar, it showed 23-Aug-2045. ‘Could there be someone like you, elsewhere in any planet or universe? Technology has gone to such a height, but you are still sticking to papers, notes and…

Story: Sail Away

By: Nilanjana Nag The shore at dawn blushed when touched by the first rays of the sun and caressed by the voluptuous waves of the tide. As the night sunk into its watery tomb, its final breath rose as a mist…

Story: Waiting

By: Lindsay Boyd Lakshmi was peeved to think several months had elapsed since she last put together a newsletter. Time was very much at a premium some days, she had to admit, and more often than not it was all she…

Story: CHESS AND LIANA

 By: Gaither Stewart      X   Lead weighed heavy on his eyeballs. Countless espressos worn off, their absence dragging him from the peak of his matinal inspiration downwards toward oblivion. Toward non-existence. Noonday light filtered through the jungle turned blue. He…

Story: Passer By

By: Ram Prasath Amidst that shining wood work on the window, draping curtain that looked as fresh as clothes taken out from dryer, the bright sun light that cut across through the house, a pair of human legs, if seen,…