By: Sasheera Gounden He places the cold body of whiskey on the coffee table as headlines of the Times, glare back at him; monochrome faces, shiny sealskin letters and the stench of drunkenness at only ten in the morning. Relief sweeps…
By: Mark Antony Rossi Tico told me the world would be a better if more people ate a big lunch. He theorized the sleepiness that befell a full belly made the average person too tired to hate or hurt other human…
By: Krithika Akkaraju The drunken chorus wafted towards her warning her to get away. The men were back. Quickly, she placed a dirty cloth over the cement tank and walked home hoping no one had noticed. Her fish were safe for…
By: Michael C. Keith “If I had the choice between staring at a ceiling for eternity or the breathless nothingness of death, which would I choose? Is that what you’re asking me?” “Exactly,” answered Beth. “It’s a simple enough question,…
By: Sri Ram At the Extra-terrestrial Intelligence Research Center, they were talking while looking at the wide big screen, which showed numerous stars as dots, floating rocky planets and gaseous clusters. “Hey, this one is located 20 light years away….
By: Gaither Stewart Her two roommates, Piera and Paola, reconstructed that Priscilla had been missing since noon on December 31. To the police agents twenty-four hours did not sound like a long absence but for Piera and Paola it was…
By: Sasheera Gounden I I was sitting in the waiting room with fear soaking my armpits leaving a trail of odour behind. The many eyes surrounding my retina were repugnant. People tend to judge you if you’re a bit strange. I,…
By: Lee Oleson When Coco was fourteen Marco, his father, was shot dead in a robbery. Marco was working behind the counter in a corner grocery when there was a stick up. After the thief took the money he didn’t…
By: Antara Roy Oruganti It was an old bungalow on a hill. In and around it, there was much to see, much to hear, and much to love; especially on sunny, summer days. Less of a standing structure, and more of…
By: Revathi Suresh She’d finally murdered the darned thing. Shaila stared at the red that had pooled in a corner of the bathroom floor, her nose wrinkling at the strong metallic odour. With her thumb and forefinger she pulled gingerly…