Ten Things a World Without Writers Would Be Like

This is for all those people who told me to “quit writing and go out and have some fun”. 10. Monday morning, I sat in Cafe Blue, listening to the tedious traffic pass a millisecond per minute. The place wasn’t crowded yet, the morning rush abated by the sickly sweet winter, which made bodies ache Read more about Ten Things a World Without Writers Would Be Like[…]

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The Writer Of Marwadi Lane

My good great grand aunt Savitri died a spinster. She was in love with a rich man who owned the big house in Marwadi Lane in Tenali. He adorned her with jewelry from his store and hired a full-time masseuse to keep Savitri in great shape for the rich man was very fat and needed Read more about The Writer Of Marwadi Lane[…]

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Getting Wet

Editors Note: Please proceed with discretion. Post contains content unsuitable for impressionable children under the age of 16. Author: Christopher Anand I clutched the Cosmopolitan and made my way upstairs. Mother and Father were away, Sister was fondling the phone receiver lost in her own world, and I looked forward to a quiet afternoon on Read more about Getting Wet[…]

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Nonsense

Author: Christopher Anand We were a gigantic group of fifteen. The city bored us to death. A couple of ours had already killed themselves. For a different reason. They were twins and they used twine to hang themselves. I remember thinking twice, twins use twine to die. With those two deaths, our group of fifteen Read more about Nonsense[…]

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