Short Story
Hands Can't Stop You
Banu Akhtar has not had two hands since birth. When she was 12 years old, she wanted to go to school like other girls. Her father told her, "If you can write your own name by today, I will admit you to school." She managed to write it in just one hour with the help of her thumb and forefinger. The next day, her father admitted her to school. Her school was a little far from her home. A public representative in their area used to take her to school by bicycle every day and bring her back home by bicycle every day. Thus, her education started, and she studied until class VIII.
By Alexa Peri2 years ago in Fiction
The Quiet Eyewitness
The world of Mary Maloney was rendered in serene tones. The simple pleasures of home and the easygoing rhythms of everyday existence dominated her life. She was married to Patrick, a hardworking detective, and looked forward to his return from work every day. She also took satisfaction in the comfortable space she had made for him.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
Friend
Boston | The Dark Space Breaking through my trap of tangled green fibers, the monstrous spider dove its luminescent pincers into the heart of my Boston Celtics logo and began to unravel the stitching. I cried out in desperation and agony but it was quickly drowned out by the spider’s victorious screeches.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Doppelgänger
Anna Lawson had always led a relatively uneventful life in the quaint town of Ridgewood. She worked as an art teacher at the local high school, lived in a charming Victorian house, and had a close-knit group of friends. Life was simple, predictable, and safe—until the day she saw her doppelgänger.
By gyan prakash upadhyay2 years ago in Fiction










