Short Story
Love or Labor?
A family outing—a chance to shop, eat, and unwind. It begins with excitement, browsing through clothes, discussing which dress suits which occasion. Hours pass, hunger kicks in, and conveniently, a snack shop appears. Bread chili, samosa, ice cream, cool drinks, tea, coffee—each family member picks their favorite.
By Subhasri Devarajabout a year ago in Fiction
The Great Umbrella Uprising
It started, as most strange things do, on a perfectly normal Thursday. Ten-year-old Theo Blinker was walking to school under the bright blue sky, swinging his closed umbrella like a sword, even though there wasn’t a cloud in sight.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipulabout a year ago in Fiction
Alcatraz as a Prison? Tourists Say Trump Is on His Own Island.
On Monday morning, boatloads of tourists walked around Alcatraz Island and peered inside tiny prison cells to learn about the most notorious inmates who remained there and those who attempted to flee. Except for one topic that simply could not be avoided in the conversations echoing off the old cellblock walls, the tour at the renowned San Francisco attraction was typical. Is it true that President Trump wants to turn Alcatraz into a federal prison once more? Many of the international tourists in the morning tour groups had received phone alerts about Trump's plan or had read news reports over breakfast. Some people wondered if they might be the very last people allowed to wander the island. However, no one seemed to think the concept was nearly as innovative as Mr. Trump believed it was. A German visitor named Philipp Neumann commented, "I thought it was a joke." "Is it not, more or less, a ruin?" Yes, a ruin, with some buildings falling apart to the point where they no longer have roofs or walls. The cells have broken toilets, if they have any at all, with no running water or sewage system.
By Arif Hossainabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day I Got Sick Alone, I Realized I Wanted a Home
That morning, I woke up with a sore throat and a congested nose. I thought it was just a cold, so I made some ginger tea and took some medicine, trying to push through the day. But during a virtual meeting, I found I couldn't speak; my throat felt like it was on fire.
By Adam Collinsabout a year ago in Fiction










