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Story: What a Trip!

By: Richard D. Hartwell You could say that the trip decided itself. In the car, on the way to Adalanto, neither of them can agree who had brought up the idea first, let alone how it was finalized. But by six-thirty…

Story: Autumn

By: Ketaki   She sat down and flicked her hair. There was no need to talk she had said. Everything is spontaneous. No words from the either of us, but the silence not awkward. Thoughts that were obvious conveyed through the…

Story: Visiting Uncle Charlie

By: Trevor Conway    “DNA is a large organic molecule composed of a series of sub-units called nucleotides.” Nucleotides. Nucleotides. “Each nucleotide consists of a phosphate group–” Phosphate group. “…a five-carbon sugar, deoxyribose–” Deoxyribose, a five-carbon sugar. “…and one of four…

Love story in verse

  By: Rupal Rathore (1) I’ve just started my story , Not knowing how it’ll end Without a jury To criticize its bend(s). (2) Let’s picture a scene Of a classroom with people, young Forty or so, aged seventeen Noise, squeals,…

Story: She

By: Shruti Sawant She was being careful. She remembered what Mummy said, ”Stick to the footpaths. The Cars might kill you.” She followed the line of tiles on the pavement. The bite of the Sunlight pleased her. Gracy Miss said that…

Story: They want me to dress well

By: Ashish daslaxman   As it is said in the Bhagavad Gita “This body is made up of gross elements, do not lament for its loss, like one changes his garments and puts on new ones, the soul changes bodies.” My…

Story: Manana, Maria

  By JP Miller I’m sitting—no, reclining—in an oversized hospital chair at Ft. Kessler, Biloxi, Mississippi and dangling my legs over the thing, trying to get the energy to attempt a walk again. My right leg doesn’t want to work….

Story: A man of principle

By: Yogesh Upadhyaya The left side of his forehead throbbed with pain. He was alternately yawning and belching. Belches that brought a sour taste in his mouth. It was only four in the afternoon and surely they were only a…

Story: The Hyenas

By: Sozou-Kyrkou Konstantina The Greek coffee froths and as he tries to grab the pot away from the primus stove the coffee spills and puts out the fire. He’s a real slowcoach these days. Everything seems to overtake him. A crust…