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Story: Vijaya

By: Maya Unnikrishnan It was one of those afternoons when after a slightly heavy lunch on the regular Friday Biryani, they settled down to watch a movie. As usual he would switch on the English channels and surf. She sat…

Story: The Substance of Fiction

By: Raja Jaiswal I was on my way to home. The sky had changed its blue curtain to black one. It was dark enough, cannot be darker. Possibly the stars were twinkling, sparkling in the sky. I could not see…

Story: The Unresponsive Vagina

By: Urmi Bhattacheryya She was happy now. She didn’t need the constant ringing of the cell phone announcing the receipt of yet another text message. And besides, hadn’t he been the one to break up with her? So, why the…

Story: The American Dream

By: Phil Temples There! Mrs. Li spied the glint of the shiny aluminum can in the bright winter noonday light on the sidewalk. Like a diamond in the rough, the can was partially obscured under a pile of trash stacked…

Story: ISABELLA DA LUNA

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 part of the great avenue snaking along both…

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 in place. How many such beautiful snapshots could…

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 with orange lines in it, smiled that puffy-cheeked…

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 twelfth time, he’d attended his annual HVAC convention…

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 that time. He had to search a bit…

Poem: two old men

By: Milt Montague two old men met when young and this crazy world was at war once again three psychopaths made a pact that only their countries would rule our planet in this mess these two met preparing to defend…