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karan sharma
28-Dec-2022
The farmer’s market buzzed around him, his arms heavy with his cloth totes filled to the brim. There’d been a lovely selection of candles this morning. Now he waited among th...
Read Story...Mahalo King Cod Filet
karan sharma
28-Dec-2022
A slate-grey sky hung heavy over the President James K. Polk Memorial rest area on Interstate 64 in southern Indiana. At the fueling station, eighteen wheelers lined up under bri...
Read Story...hello
karan khurana
28-Dec-2022
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Read Story...Two Sides Of The Same Coin
karan sharma
28-Dec-2022
I remember my childhood in bits and pieces, like framed pictures of specific events that exist independently of all the other memories. There was the time I challenged my brother...
Read Story...Divine Bloodline
karan sharma
28-Dec-2022
“How can you tell the Tree is a girl, Gran?” The shea butter applied to my scalp in neat little rows slid onto my forehead and mixed with beads of sweat as I sat on the front...
Read Story...THIS IS THE DAY WE DIE
karan sharma
28-Dec-2022
Depression sounded like a half-witted song, one that couldn’t be sung at home or school or the church. It was something so ephemeral that it seemed to have lost its meaning. It...
Read Story...Apples and Trees
karan sharma
28-Dec-2022
Mom works. She never picks me up from school, and two miles is too close for a bus pickup, which is fine by me because I like cutting through the woods. Especially on autumn days...
Read Story...Blood and Cookies
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manpreet kaur
29-Dec-2022
TW: Contains some descriptions of blood and violencePhilip smiled at me as I shuffled towards his counter. ‘Morning Frank, how can I help you?’Good. If Philip was in a cheerful mood, that would make this much easier. I smiled back at him. ‘One course of antibiotics, please.’...
Read Story...The Overalls
manpreet kaur
28-Dec-2022
Snip, snip, snip. I’m becoming something new. I was a bolt of fabric, long and wonderful and wrapped many times around myself, hugging my own form. I had once been thread, a mu...
Read Story...What You Can Do With Your Book
manpreet kaur
28-Dec-2022
You present me with a gift bag as if legions of angels will descend, trumpeting your thoughtfulness in remembering my [insert celebratory event here]. ...
Read Story...And the Radio Said, There’s Another Shot Dead
simranjeet singh
28-Dec-2022
The air hung heavy with the foggy dew of a February morning. ...
Read Story...A Loving Murder
simranjeet singh
28-Dec-2022
See, you all think I am about to say I don’t regret what I did. I just did it for fame. But what you don't know is that murder happens all the time under your pretty little nos...
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