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Allan had only just sat down at his desk, but already he could feel the prickly heat radiating off his chest. Appreciatively, gratefully, he looked left out the classroom windows ...
It’s the eyes, man. The fucking eyes. They look at ye like yer something disgusting, something deplorable. But also something to be pitied. Like a mangy dog, man. Like a ...
When I try to understand this place, I don’t. The cups are hovering over the tables, and liquid is suspended in clouds above the cups. Chair legs do not reach ...
Of all the little hedgehogs in the garden, there was one that they rarely saw. She lived alone by the northern fence. Her home was cold and draughty, and she ...
The first time I had broke into my grandmother’s backyard to smoke menthols and poison her flowers was four months ago, when the Arizona air was still hot with monsoon ...
Translated by Agnel Joseph. Unlike how he sounded on the phone, the man came across as agreeable in person. He stated his business briefly, giving Adams the impression he was ...
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A story that feels doubly poignant in the Me Too era…. Continue Reading The Black Shop
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Translated by Wendell Ricketts. “A concert north of the arctic circle goes not exactly to plan in today’s #StorySunday, “Midnight Sun Hip Hop Foundation”, by Daniele De Serto … ...
She turns toward her reflection in the mirror. She knows now that she had been wrong, those months ago when she thought she had seen herself for the first time. ...
The night was peaceful, the kind of peace one would never find in the city. I understand what you mean when you say that you miss the stillness of Pahargarh, ...
… it is a story Mummy likes to tell again and again, and I think she will continue to tell it till time itself comes to an end. ...
The inside of his car is a separate world. This is his own private universe. He is in control of how the world looks and sounds. He can be the ...
Go out with your friends. Drink. Play billiards. Smoke a joint. Smoke many joints. In your newfound exuberance try ecstasy, acid, shrooms, whatever you can. What’s the harm? ...
Knowledge is better than mere ritualistic practice Bhagavad Gita: Chapter 12, Verse 12 *** It was the sound of temple bells that woke him up. It was a rainy day, ...
February is when jacarandas bloom in Bangalore, carpeting the edges of streets purple like an extravagance of confetti. Continue Reading Flowers for Kamala
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They didn’t let me see the body. My father dragged the crackling blue plastic through early November snow. My stomach knotted. Continue Reading all dogs go to heaven
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The heady fermented smell of guava filled the room as Amalia’s mother turned off the blender, tasted the peachy-pink mixture, and added more sugar. Continue Reading Footholds
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