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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.
Demons, Darkness, and the Story of a Girl
“Hello, good morning to you,” said one of the butterflies.
Los
When Naf woke up, he didn’t have much expectations from the day.
Borderline
The world underwater which I can never see from up here, the world in mid-sky.
Good Nights
The day had not yet begun, the security light not yet put out.
The Second Species
A hundred years ago humans welcomed a new species of their kind, Homo debilis-sagax.
Pooris, Drones and Withered Dragons
"I want to propose a deal with the Bazar."
The Midwife
I would remember a face like this if I had seen it around.
Paper Drifters
I am a photo of a person, printed in black and white, in a newspaper.
Shantinagar
Where could they live happily for the rest of their childhood?
Gone in the Morn
The creatures of the dark feed on fear. And hot sauce.