The Great Game

“And for my final pick, I choose the humans of Earth.” “Again? After their performance last time? You’re more stubborn than I thought.” I look over to my brother. He has a grin on his face. He and I have played this game so many times in the past. When you have an infinity of…

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Hello Darkness, my old friend.

"Hello Darkness my old friend.. I'm come to talk with you again" My voice carries far across the field behind my little hut. Coming up here to get away from the city is one of my favorite things in life. The crisp breeze is soothing against my skin as I settle into my favorite wooden…

A Prison of Memory

Bang. Bang Bang. Her fist pounding against the unyielding metal is all Sarah hears. Bang. Bang. Bang. Sarah crawls into the far corner. Draws her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. She's rocking slightly. Twitching. Her mascara's running. Two thin trails of black, down her cheeks. Salty. She runs a…

Settlement

Click. Click. Pause. Click. With a barely audible whomp, the flame came on. Anish brought the lighter closer to the cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. He took a puff, followed immediately by another, and released the button on the nearly-depleted lighter as his cigarette lit up fully. As he set the lighter down on…

The Thief

On the hot and dreary summer nights, as Amma slept after a hard day’s work, I would sneak out to the backyard and look at the stars. It was the only time I felt alive; as if the chains that bound me throughout the days dissolved away to let me live, truly and freely, for…

Love in the Time of Dengue

Priya ambled lazily across the wall towards the window. She’d always peep outside, but I thought she’d never leave. I had made my peace with this intruder to some extent. The vicious attacks with bug spray and a broom that just made her circumnavigate the room had been replaced with a weary tolerance. The first…

The Storyteller

Once upon a time, stories used to begin with the words “Once Upon A Time”. There lived a storyteller then who lived under the banyan tree that grew on the village square. His stories could hold the audience together for hours and move them from tears to laughter in the blink of an eye. Times…

The Greatest Show on Earth

“The Greatest Show, on Earth”, it was dubbed. Would be more appropriate to call it the “Greatest Show in the Galaxy”, but thankfully, no one really seemed to mind. It had become a welcome distraction for all the inhabitants of the Rigel system, and we’d really become attached. Why, we even had a flourishing business…

Premise Vs Conclusion

If symbolism is where you find the ends of unresolved skirmishes in your mind hanging loose, baiting you to step into an amorphous patch, where the practical and yielding human species will shirk their shoulders and leave you alone.. then go ahead and read this story.. Here, the word 'meal' might mean a past relationship…