Category Archives: Narratives

A strange kind

Do you hear it? That constant clicking, like ticking. It is not a clock. It’s a strange kind of wheel. Reluctantly, moving backward. Never retracing its turn or spin, or even the roads that it travelled before. Can it ever … Continue reading

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Lynched

The crowd surged, all of a sudden. Mouths foaming, eyes narrowed by the glare of hate, faces contorted by fear – a deep, primal fear of the predator. The loathing of the hunted, when unleashed, knows no reason. The pain … Continue reading

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Punctuate

People say that is a stupid thing to do when they feel that they could have done otherwise and somehow believe that having done otherwise they would have achieved better results but the funny thing is that they did not … Continue reading

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A world mistaken

Some times, it feels like I live in a world mistaken… a world where silence is mistaken for cowardice, and talking mistaken for knowledge; belligerence mistaken for uprightness, the honest mistaken to be naive; a few mistaken to represent a … Continue reading

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waiting

I sat amidst the wailing cicadas, the green overpowering my senses. There was no other sound, the only shift in the view was the occasional cloud rolling down the hill. I did not know how long I had been there… … Continue reading

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C.lock

In order to sense this story a bit differently I suggest you read out aloud the bits in italics. The rest, you can read in your mind. There was a little boy who lived on a narrow, crowded street. His … Continue reading

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She smiled

Hour four: She sat swaying in the twilight, her mind racing. Thoughts colliding, feelings telescoping violently into one another…shattering, vapourising  – the emulsified fragments slowly embed themselves onto her soul. Like sequin. Hour three: She had been expecting the dark, … Continue reading

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Changes

A clattering of the train changing tracks interrupts his reverie. He waits for the steady sound to settle once more. He dreams again. The lights had been dim at first, a faint, sporadic glowing in the thickly smeared dark. He … Continue reading

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bird and warrior

She sits on the sill. And looks at him as he remembers… …it had always begun again  – one skirmish after the other, a new battle breaking out even as the older one was finishing. But he could, always, go … Continue reading

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