Tag: Short story
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Th’ writer..coffee.. an’ broken pencil
Writer..Coffee…broken pencil. Ashit looked around, he could see the coffee dispensing machine, the broken pencils in the recycle bin, the writer though was missing. Ashit knew this smell a familiar smell of moving on. The guest would move on, leaving stale memories of them behind. As a house keeper Ashit had seen many of them,…
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The Inheritance.
“Imagine getting an old, heavy book and a letter from your ancestors.” Bella was saying. Well, when I did it was not an old heavy musty book, but set beautiful lemurian crystals. They were sleek, shiny with as though with barcode within, this was the legacy of my clan, the snake people, I never really…
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will-o-wisp
There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle. The Orjit heard that she had left…
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Trailing a tale
Originally posted on Cantadora – The keeper of stories.: A short story? But what will I write on I wonder,Can I really write something going along the alphabet line,,,Ddefinitely worth a try. Early during the turn of the century. Fatima the shepherd girl went tending to the sheep and mountain goats. Goats particularly the mountain…
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Gang further tae gie closer.
“ “If you listen to the wind very carefully, you’ll be able to hear from whisper my love for you.” Lachlan and told me the day he left for Bombay on job. The small Anglo-Indian community near Mysore actually we were more Kannada speaking maybe our only claim to the Queens country was our family…
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Old man time,
I am the old man by the river, if you think I am someone’s grandfather, or the village elder, I could be, but more important, I am the keeper of a memory of people and communities, “stories have changed my dear boy,” I told the man in the grey suit, “there are no more battles…
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