By: Maya Unnikrishnan His face was crisscrossed with lines, deep lines that formed seams across. His shirt hung loose on his thin bony frame, He had a crop of white hair which contrasted with his skin weather beaten and darkened by…
By: Akash Vikas Rumade It was evening of Dusserah. The moon shone brightly in the dark blue skies although the grey clouds were trying hard to conceal it. On such a wintry night Arnab parked his bike at the pool…
By: Ross Durrence She always made full use of the full-length mirror in her apartment. Before she ever left the house she would take much more than a cursory glance at her appearance, surveying her form from head to toe. She…
By: JP Miller Jacob sat at the porch table, lunching on a tomato sandwich, and stared through the rusty screen door at June-bug. Carefully, tenderly, June-bug whipped the axe through the air and divided a log of oak into two…
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…
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…
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…
(Selections from the Novel by William T. Hathaway) The story in brief: In 2026 the earth’s ecosystem has broken down under human abuse. Water supplies are shrinking. Rain is rare, and North America is gripped in the Great Drought with crops…
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,…
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…