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Story: Around in the Dark

By: L.E. Schwaller Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, there’s just God when he’s drunk –Tom Waits It had taken three hard days and nights of drinking his way through Dublin to get Thomas to the front steps of The…

Story: Autumn Winds

By: Saheli Khastagir   She is wearing a red saree. Maroon, really. There are little white spots, possibly flowers, or maybe leaves printed on the entire length. It’s not clear, maybe because of the little wrinkles spread out on it, blurring…

Story: The Weeping Wall

By: Pamela  Q Fernandes I strongly believe that the reason God gives us children is to remind us of our own childhood. The days when we feared nothing, when we lived without a care in the world, knowing that we would…

Story: Blackbirds

By: Rati Girish I have often heard my father say, “This is a dog eat dog world.” He would be flipping through the pages of the newspaper, when suddenly his eyes would focus on a particular section. He would stop, squint…

Story: The Oculus Eye

By: Caroline Healy   he sat at the bar and drank. Intermittently, he glanced at the headlines of the newspaper on the table in front of him, scanning the tragic and the comic, hoping that something would jostle him, evoke…

Story: Fellow Travellers

By: Shloka Shankar  Another school year came to an end, and another heady, dizzying summer lay ahead of us. Earlier that week, my school had closed after what seemed an interminably long academic year, and I had passed into fifth grade…

Story: Let’s Get Lost

 By:  Debashis Deb She asked ‘Did you ever get lost?’ He was almost breathless after walking uphill along the winding cobbled path which cut through the exuberant tall green grass and the purple rhododendrons. The clear blue sky appeared silent and…

Story: The Technology of Nature

  By: Raymond Greiner The year was 2020; Phil Gordon was 24, with a remarkable body of achievements for such an early time of his life. He excelled academically embarking on a career in technology working for a prominent consulting…

Story: Ravine

By: Brian Michael Barbeito It was in the day and about a couple of hours before dusk when I went out walking. Going down the park path, there was, on the right, the major road and its hustle. Standing there…

Story: For Brunettes Only

By: Arthur Davis The midpoint of my unforeseen journey began in this small, soundproofed enclosure, which boasted one television conspicuously absent a channel selector, four ordinary upholstered chairs, and sofa sitting on a sanguine blue-green oriental carpet. The Blue Room, as…