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Story: For a Virgin

By: Sam Rapth At the centre of the glowing Lenovo screen, in a 600 * 500 pixel tiny window, Jack Orbit was shown, the heavens. The heavens were two. Both belonged to a girl who was proud showcasing her assets through…

Story: Christmas Is Dead

By: Reese Scott It took time to get out of bed now. His legs hurt. His feet were swollen. His face was cracking. Age isn’t kind. Mr. Foldoff had thought he would never get old. Now he hides from his…

Story: 110 Roots

By: Maya Unnikrishn​an The phone rang around 10.00 pm. Mother answered. Hello, Tharayil veed aaono? (Is it Tharayil house?) Adhe. (Yes) Naale varunu sthalam pootan . (I am coming tomorrow to dig the land) Adhu shari she replied yepol varum ?…

Story: Voss and Alienation

By: Konika Mukherjee “In every country of the world, there are climbers, “the ones who forget who they are” and in contrast to them “the ones who remember where they came from” Franz Fanon (On Colour and Prejudice, Black Skin,…

Story: Stand By Me

By: Akash Vikas Rumade Somewhere in 2024, Aditya took a sip from his tea and slurped in dismay. It might have been his tenth cup for that day. He rolled his tongue a bit inside as it could no longer…

Story: Brad

By Reese Scott Brad never wanted to be a lawyer, a police office or a fireman. He remembers the first time a man came up to him and asked, “So young man do you know what you want to be…

Story: Dear Daddy

By: Michael C. Keith Revenge is a kind of wild justice.  –– Francis Bacon   Doug Barren pressed his mother about the identity of his birthfather for months before she very reluctantly told him. It was the most devastating revelation…

Story: Armor and Amour

By: Brian Barbeito In the morning the brightness tried to come through the drapes though there was a thick thread count.The drapes were a dark gray, the sheets white and orange- with small shapes- gaily dancing atop- always so happy to…