By: Paweł Markiewicz I have dreamed during the whole night. A dreamy Erlking has come to me with his wizardry of muses. I opened my dear soul for his fulfillment as well as for the dreamery full of moonlit night….
By Divya Dubey The Anatomy of Choice by Harshali Singh is the story of Bhavya Sharma, the second offspring of the Sharma family that inhabits a large historical haveli near Chandni Chowk in Delhi, with its mysterious mausoleum. This is…
By: Bruce Levine Heather fastened the collar tighter around her neck. It was almost spring, but there was still a chill in the air. She wondered when spring would actually arrive; she was tired of winter, even if the air…
By Drew Alexander Ross “Tommy threw Dad’s wallet on the roof.” These words revealed to my parents they had a liar-liar pants-on-fire rascal for a kid. This happened during a family vacation when I was seven years…
By: Haiqi Zhou Neighbors who came across the old colonel lately, on one or several of his many saunters along the banks of the Suzhou river, often described him as drifting in some dreamy trance. Indeed, having devoted his youth…
By Anita G. Gorman It was the fifteenth day of the plague. Well, not the plague exactly, but what was now being called the Hodie virus. Juliana was scared. Everyone was now inside. Spring was starting to show itself. Shoots…
By: Padmini Krishnan I can’t believe I just heard that. I pricked my ears and stopped near the lift. Yes, someone knocked on the door from inside my neighbor’s house. I paused for a minute in the corridor, unsure of…
By Dawn DeBraal Samuel Marsh smoothed the white paint on his face as he stood in the mirror of his motorhome. He was preparing for the birthday party, wishing he could cancel, but it was too late. He tried calling…
By Ramprasath Rengasamy I worked as a computer engineer in one of the fortune 500 multinational companies. I was not married. As I was bored at home, I had stepped out to have a long ride on the highway…
By: Saman Rizvi “Ooonee…twoooo…Thileeee…thileeeee” Shehla is counting and assorting her pebbles in the garden; a microcosm of Khosh’ard that sleeps cozily snugging bleak fences to her left. To her right lies the pot half-filled with pebbles and a few of…