Lying on an island of sand that appeared thirty minutes ago. the season’s low tide has given way to the day’s current. Here is my island Lady Sun sleepy she slowly slides behind the mountains at…
‘The dying of the day’ by Lily C. Fen
The Dragons from the Shore of Nirvana By Piriya Jumnongprasatporn
Short Story ID- 8/2015 Her little shoes were bright red in the warm sunlight. They were the only part of her clothing which looked clean and new. Her green and white dress was ragged, and some of the jade beads…
Death and Taxes By Saligrama K. Aithal
Short Story ID- 7/2015 R. K. Narayan went to the office of the Registrar of Births and Deaths at the district headquarters at Malgudi to obtain the death certificate of his father Krishnaswamy Iyer so as to transfer money and…
Book Excerpt- Rise of Kali by Anand Neelakantan
Anand Neelakantan was born in Thripoonithura, on the outskirts of Cochin, Kerala. He currently works as a manager in Indian Oil Corporation ltd. His first book was a new take on Ramayana, the great mythological Indian epic, told from a…
‘The Family Inside Her Head’ by Megha Rao
Short Story ID- 6/2015 A beauty sleeps in the open brown box Its legs outstretched like sunbathing under The angry summer sun. It sings to me, its eyes closed “I am the corpse of a woman who loved.” The woman…
‘I gave up my ghost’ by Ranjani Neriya
Short Story ID- 5/2015 1 My name is Shilpa. I believe in ghosts because I am one. I believe in the afterlife because I have been there. I believe in the occult because I have seen it happen. Long…
‘Un Answered’ by N S Abhayakumar
Why is it glowing, like candles over the grave of dreams , the radiance of affection. Why is it flowing on; like a veil over the face of fate , the river of voids. Why is it lingering on even…
‘Soporific’ by Rony Nair
In your town again, the landmarks look newer; Shinier, this used to be my town too. it no longer is. school holidays bring kids in droves into nests and town centres with play areas that compensate in the…
‘Terror, Peril and Fate of Children’ by Ketaki Datta
Short Story ID- 3/2015 Seikh Suleiman was made to learn the knowhow of making a bomb.A bomb, which would kill thousands of people. At one go. He knew next to nothing about it before. His father, a daily wage-earner of…
‘The Plummet’ by Namrata
Short Story ID- 2/2015 The shrill screams from the room next door woke Ruma from her sleep. Since the time she had come here sleep had always evaded her, right now she held on tightly to whatever little of sleep…
‘The Worship room’ by Afshan Shafi
I saw what green walls, they had cocooned you in, with the refrain of your rosaries, brighter and brighter each evening, hemic knots cored and plucked into half moons, gold -sheaved narcissi starred with cochineal, the lilt of your white…