Kainano walked into the surf. The water frothed around his knees as the slight drizzle fell from warm Samoan night. And I wondered why I’d agreed to do this. The best party of the year was in full stride up… Continue Reading
[Story removed at author’s request.] Debotri Dhar holds a Masters in Women’s Studies from the University of Oxford, UK, and is an Excellence Doctoral Fellow in Women’s and Gender Studies at Rutgers University, USA. Debotri divides her time between the… Continue Reading
A story. This the story of an apple which hung from the branch of a tree that grew, according to some, in the center of a garden. A well-kept garden, tended by a man and a woman. The man had… Continue Reading
I slept beside my neighbor: a tall man with red stubble, whose past is a series of blank, lined pages to me. On one page, there is a splatter of blood where his father killed himself. One another, residues of… Continue Reading
Captain Lucius B. Firefox, known affectionately as “The Fox” or “Foxy” by rogues throughout the galaxy, lifted a black calfskin Startrooper boot onto the seat of his captain’s chair and rested a hand on his muscular thigh, fully exposed through… Continue Reading
My world turned upside down and I was hurtling down the tree-lined slope screaming, holding tight to the rope, egged on by shouts of glee and laughter from behind. My green muffler sailed out in the wind created by the… Continue Reading
The day is cold and grey, the threat of snow looming. Tommo waits outside the soup-kitchen, inhaling the aroma of roast turkey drifting from the latched window. His stomach rumbles painfully, forging a momentary flash of anger. “Get a friggin’… Continue Reading
December, 1963 The Etch A Sketch nearly passed through Martin’s hands without a second glance, but his neighbor jabbed him with an elbow. Martin froze at the image of the starburst drawn in grey plastic. “It’s Aaron,” his neighbor, Sanjeet,… Continue Reading
It was Christmas Eve, and we closed late. We’d had a few late customers wanting something special and fresh for tomorrow’s meal. Every sale helped; it had been a hard year for our bread store. We were barely making it,… Continue Reading
In a quiet, dark corner of the universe, the old man gently kneads his latest creation and smiles. He can feel the stardust vibrating against his fingers, showing him glimpses of its potential — potential for brilliant beauty, but also… Continue Reading