The sky darkened and the wind picked up. Rain was imminent. I still have some more time before it starts, she thought. Her long, dark hair flowed behind her, and her feet trembled below her. She looked around and took in the beauty of it all. She had never been this high up before. And […]
At first glance, Vishnu’s room looked like any other 10-year-old boy’s room. A bunch of toys on the floor in one corner, an old study table littered with battered books and worn-down pencils in another, and a heap of musty clothes from earlier that evening’s football match near the bed. Just like any other boy’s
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The lab was busier than usual that day. Scientists jogged through the corridors, most of them with strange-looking documents and apparatuses. Engineers were hunched over their charts and screens, rechecking every tiny detail, for the thousandth time. The rich people, some were standing, some were sitting, some were smoking, some were sipping wine, felt the
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Ricky took a step back, threw the matchstick into the tin can, watched it catch fire, and exhaled. Its squeaking sounds were muffled by the crackling of fur and flesh. He looked on as its white coat turned ashy revealing the pink of flesh underneath. He always enjoyed this part – the part where you
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The woman started cutting the carrot faster. The blade of the knife swished across the length of the carrot, each downward stroke barely missing the soft flesh of her fingers. The rhythmic thuds that the blade made against the cutting board synchronized with her heartbeats. Her hand swept across the board and small chunks of
Vishnu was staring at a sheet of paper, the shadow of the pencil dancing above it, when he heard the drums. He dropped his pencil, pulled out the candle that was stuck to the table, climbed down out of his chair, and walked slowly towards the kitchen. He looked over at his mother, her face
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The man rolled over on his bed and stared at the ceiling. One of his feet poked out from under the dirty covers. He wiped the perspiration on his forehead with the back of his hand and let it fall on his side. The room was quiet except for the sound of traffic from down