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The Empty Azurite

By: B. A. Varghese When the crystal glassware fell out of Mr. Swede’s hand, it became a secret omen that things would not go well from here on out. All of time seemed to slow down to a crawl, and…

Salt and sugar

By: Kitty Chu There was salt on the counter until there wasn’t because it’d been laid neatly, heavily packed on raw cut fresh flesh to clot the blood that had been spilling from my arm, eyes, and ears bursting with…

Ghost

By Ramprasath Rengasamy A mysterious explosion occurred in the skies over Indian Ocean at 2PM on the 7th of May, 2022. Amidst white clouds, the spark of the explosion was so faint to be seen therefore no one noticed except…

A Beautiful Thing

By: Dave Bachmann “Twain!  Twain!”             Miles pounded across the kitchen, a stampede of one, onto the balcony, gleefully crying,  “Twain is coming!”             I followed closely, similarly excited by the prospect of the California Coaster about to roar by…

Dos Chapins

By: Dan O’Neill          I’m now into gardeners You may remember me ,Mike O’Brien,  actor extraordinaire.I finally won an Oscar for best actor in “Hit and Run”. In case you haven’t seen it ,I played Max Murphy,a serial hit and…

The Devotion

By: Ann Christine Tabaka Tomas looked at the well-worn prayer card with the image of Saint Theresa the Little Flower; reading the prayer on the back before putting it back into the photo sleeve in his wallet between faded pictures…

A New Landing

By: Armand Silva The air of the cockpit stood still before the partition door slowly opened. A man walked in holding two mugs full of warm dark liquid, holding one out to his copilot as he settled into his seat….

Readings

By: Flora Jardine             It’s fun to catch up with people from your past, such as those you knew at university. It surprises me to know what my erstwhile class-mates are doing today. The wealthy one raised in a mansion…

3:00 A.M.

By: Maham Syed I was lying on my bed when I saw her standing in front of me. Her long jet black hair, dark brown eyes, and pale face with no emotions. She was walking towards me with slow and…

Hold the back page

By: Vanessa Cutts It was a quiet Sunday in early May and Mrs Braeburn had just observed a small black darter dragonfly momentarily hovering around the cuckoo spit on the branches and leaves of a large Rosemary bush at the…