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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?
FICTION / The graveyard in the desert of void
The voices–the wails that had called me here–were emanating from these very graves.
Facing the nightmare of darkness
Lighting struck everywhere. Amidst the enchanted woods, the howls of wolves echoed with a joyous "Awoo!".
FICTION / Interim
That was the first time in my life I’d smelled charred meat. I could tell it was different from the kind you’re supposed to eat, and my mother had to hold me as I threw up violently on the side of the street.
CREATIVE NONFICTION / Vinayeki
Oh that angelic call, yet I cannot respond. I cannot open my mouth in fear of the burning pain overpowering my senses.
Fiction / Miles away
Back at home, food used to narrate stories. Here, food does not travel far to the nooks and crannies of Velutha’s heart; it only reaches his stomach well enough to leave him looking healthy and strong.
Fiction / It’s a Love Story, baby just say yes
Sameer’s mother looked at her husband before quickly stepping in and attempting to defuse the situation. “You know it’s just a heritage thing. We’re not really Biharis".
Fable Factory / Storytellers
“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”
Fable Factory / 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.
My first encounter with the unknown
“Excellent! Come downstairs, we’re waiting for you.”
50 Questions to Ask Your Partner
"What would be an absolutely perfect afternoon to you?"
Homage To The Pawns
Eight mighty titans, unleashing their wrath!
UNFULFILLED DREAMS
Having a conversation with him was an arduous task.
Palms to the Oars
For someone who grew up alone, I happen to feel terribly lonely.
Ink for days: How Inktober is its own medium of storytelling
Pictures are really the most basic form of story-telling, aren’t they? I imagine our ancestors sat around fires doing shadow theatre. They painted on cave walls long before writing came along.
Shingara before the end of times
Where else would they find a criminal, other than in the back alleys where the sun hadn’t reached for years, where the half-dead struggled in the flooded sewage for a scrap of euphoria.
The Emerald Stone is Maisun’s confident foray into the world of fiction
Is the debut novel for Umme Maisun, Bangladesh's youngest online educator.
July Belongs to Misery
"Are you happy?" June asks Lazmere.
All that matters
The office started to clear out once the overhead clock struck five.