A Stale Chapati by Muskan Sharma I went into the kitchen escaping from the deadly silence that follows a catastrophe. With my mom weeping in a shady corner of a locked room and my father sternly reflecting over his life on the balcony, no food was cooked that night. I began to search amid the… Read More A Stale Chapati

It was Malcom by Clare Marie Salokoski Warm breaths fogged the glass. As she looked out from the frosty Wednesday morning window. Gosh, she thought, this coffee had better taste good. Her hands were a little cold from a, forgetting her gloves on this first icy morning of late October’s autumn; and b, from bicycling… Read More It was Malcom

Inspector 13 by LB Sedlacek Ransom E. Olds created the assembly line in 1901 to keep up with the demand for horseless carriages. His invention enabled his factory to go from producing 425 cars in 1901 to 2500 cars in 1902. Henry Ford is presumed to be the inventor of the assembly line. Ford improved… Read More Inspector 13

The Blanket by Muskan Sharma Tired of sleepless nights, I went in search for a blanket which would bring sweet sleep to my swollen eyes. The market was painted with the beautiful colours of the fluffy fabrics. Folded in rings, some hanging from projecting beams, some laid in dusty piles, others were unravelled for the… Read More The Blanket

Letting Go is only as Sudden by Noor Alzaghal The quiet city boomed with life with the start of another school day. The entire neighbourhood was like a beehive during the honey-making season. Relishing the sound of the rolling tires of school bags scraping the pavement, the bus engines roaring up and down the neighbourhood… Read More Letting Go is only as Sudden

Dark Christmas by Lina Nafie Once upon a nightmare, under a dark sky and behind gloomy trees, there was a manor in Scotland. The fog hid the murky frontage wall. You couldn’t miss it when you were entering Edinburgh. Nobody had the courage anymore to cross the threshold of this huge house different from the… Read More Dark Christmas

I shouldn’t have stopped there. I had too much to do rather than sit at the lake for an hour or so, pondering at the possible twists and turns life would throw at me that week. But the sashaying waves and its positivity reached its arms out to embrace my negative thoughts, begging to comfort them.… Read More Raritan

I remember staring at him from across the room wondering how I could love him more than he loved me. How could any God in this universe allow that? I remember how I unzipped my chest and took out my bloody, naive heart and handed it to him… while he lounged on the sofa and counted ceiling tiles.… Read More In Sickness and in Health

He came home feeling exhausted, as if someone extracted vim and vigour out of his youthful enthusiasm.… Read More Rosie