By: Wylie Strout “You forgot your smile,” says the cashier. Constant indigestion. Constant chewing. No one approaches, anymore. Worlds of people living behind closed doors. Hiding from the air; hiding from the sun. Petunia locks the car doors. Heading home after…
By: Sri Ram Paul, a 5 year old kid and Ben, a 7 year old were both playing the game of planes. They had exchanged their boeing toys, which had wheels and wings exactly the same way, most airports, that…
By: Lindsay Boyd “What did you come here for?” The edge in Amisha’s delivery when she recognised my voice at the end of the line and posed her baffling question was a new note when directed at me, but not by…
By: Michael C. Keith Being alone is very difficult. –– Yoko Ono At 70 years of age Eugene Bickford wondered if he’d be the first to go. At 80 he had seen several friends and two relatives die. At 90…
By: Ruth Z. Deming The Greenbaums lived in a large stone- front ranch house in Weirton, West Virginia. Papa had emigrated from Vienna, well before the worst of the Jewish purges, graduated from medical school at Case Western Reserve across the…
By: Sri Ram While the Mars exploration space shuttle was on its way to Mars’s Orbital Path around the sun, Mark Webber was looking at the newspaper copies which featured his 5 year old son’s summer camp photos. He had…
By: Sri Ram At the Colorado State University Radio Observatory, Polanski was keenly observing that part of the space, from where a Radio Observatory in Ohio had detected a Wow signal in 1977. Polanski strongly believed that there must have…
This week LiteraryYard’s random pick is an interesting fictional work that fuses the present with the ancient secrets. We have decided to run you quickly through this book which claims to thrill you and give many awe-aspiring moments. The novel – The…
By: Sri Ram At the midnight of the owls, by the tall coconut tree whose strong and thick trunk crawled across from the house in the neighborhood and connected to the balcony of the hospital, Ramesh jumped onto the balcony….
By: Gaither Stewart The flow of Andrey’s life recalled that of the uncontrollable race on a roller-coaster. From the time he boarded, his unstable little car had carried him at terrifying speeds around curves and over bumps, up, up, then…