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Poetry

By: Ergene Kim mum said be a good girl she said, Listen to your brother let him embrace the whole of you and keep you away from all those ugly things, don’t you? want to be away from the world? and…

Fiction

By Peter Ninnes   “Do you think you’re the same person you were seven years ago, when you first moved to Helsinki?” The train pulled out of Tampere station on the way back to the capital. Hiroki’s eyes flitted over…

Fiction

By: Alan Berger    He didn’t want to go to the police but he did anyway. “Hey, look who’s here”? The cop at the front desk said to the other cop at the front desk. “Let’s let Irene take his…

EducationNews

In an effort to prevent the abundant drug abuse cases among students MVJ College had organized a Drug Awareness Programme at their campus. MVJCE initiates Drug Awareness Programme to create an impression in the minds of the students that they…

Poetry

By: Steven Goff Master of the Wild Hunt A wolf pack’s worth of fingers glint their fangs along pristine fur, trappings of the trapper’s hand traverse perfect skin. An animal’s prized symmetry has been ensnared at the apex of his…

EducationNews

Parivartan School for differently abled (Vasant Kunj, Delhi) organized a workshop on “Understanding meltdowns and Behaviour Management Approaches” for parents and professional working with special children. The chief guest of the event was Dr Smita Jayavant Member Secretary RCI as…

Fiction

By: Robt. Emmett “We’re excited about Amazon Prime Air. We have developed a delivery system that will safely deliver packages to your customers in thirty minutes or less using unmanned aerial vehicles. Our APA drones will….” “Ya know, listening to…

Poetry

By: Pat Doran At the end of every rainbow there is a pot of gold. When I was a child that was the story I was told. A childs wide eyes cannot hide surprise. After every rain shower I would…

Fiction

By: Amirah Al- Wassif    Everyone has heard of Costa’s miracles in our grey village; the boy who had a wooden toy and a cheerful wren bird. His giant miracles were in his spoken wooden toy which could create a lot…

Fiction

By: Richard Tattoni I finally got my own computer. Now I would be a writer. No need for a job. Hours turned to days, then weeks, then months, then years until the story was finished. I was the unpublished writer. How…