Fiction
Reader Submission / The final message
Ameera was the apple of her grandfather’s eyes. Due to having working parents, she lived with her grandparents most of the time.
When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution
When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows
Motion
There are no lamplights in this end of the neighbourhood. Only tall trees standing upright on either side of the road, their leaves drooping down in lament for a long-forgotten motion.
Afloat, Untethered
From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.
The Oracle
He was, like most children, easily amused. Unlike most other children however, he never hesitated to express it. He was full of life and energy.
A Dead River is All I Want
You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?
The After-chapter
With my memories remaining an unvisited dream, I woke up amidst the calm green meadow that gently held onto me.
Leafhopper under the vast purple sky
In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.
Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
Delirium
The wish itself was pretty mediocre and commonplace, a mundane fantasy to escape the mundane.
