This past August, Dhaka’s speculative fiction magazine 'Small World City' enjoyed their first anniversary. The magazine, over this last year, has published some of the more striking works of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry coming out of the country
If the country’s literary potential is not given generous support, we may never create favourable conditions for aspiring writers to devote time and energy to the art
Weaving the grand themes of politics and history, the book is a revelation into how the ordinary lives within a country are buffeted by constant changes.
What struck me the most about these stories is the firm, unflinching, and confident authorial voice sneaking up on and dictating the reader’s thoughts, orienting them to feel sympathy for the characters no matter how unlikeable they are.
While Canada, and now some programs in the UK, have also started offering the degree, it is in the United States that it is most common and rigorous.
This means you can submit a manuscript on your own, without a literary agent.
Martell’s narrative journalism is a lesson for those in the field as to how a writer can instil empathy for the others around. The reader can taste affection for both the animals and humans in his storytelling.
This year a ticketing system was imposed. As such, sales were lower than expected.
You are basic. Though you can blend in with everyone easily, not everyone has strong feelings for you. Some take you for granted unless they are almost dying. Some use your existence and are actually grateful to you; some just take advantage of you all the time and never express gratitude. Despite the negativity, you should focus more on the most positive side of things, that is, your cousins always follow your lead. You are literally the first one of your kind.
The sea's calmness would pull one in with its tentacles. The sea never runs out of tentacles, because of course, the sea is always thick with octopuses. It would be plain wrong if it ever did run out of them. One would find it hard to believe how calm the sea was. If you were a boat, you would find it rocking you back and forth, sometimes caressing as well, as if you were a baby cradle. An outrageous sea below the
One might love to spend their entire day alone, listening to “High Hopes” by Kodaline followed by some other songs. While one might love the thought at first, it might just grow stale after half an hour or so. This is what mainly differentiates a person who loves solitude from one who doesn't.
Shukumar, the old cemetery caretaker's time was up. Destiny had a little yet important role to play. It made an driver under the influence crash an SUV into the graveyard. 58 year old Shukumar was hit by the SUV as it ploughed right into the fence beside which he always sat. He was a bird watcher. Sometimes when there weren't any birds, he fixed his gaze on the plants. His eyes would start from the visible roots
I identify myself as a keyboard. I am the one without whom the prospect of writing this article would've seemed impossible. It has
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