a coven of creative characters
Deepa Vishal shares her short story ‘Yellow Hues of Autumn’ for this month’s #HarnessWriting. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/carmine/
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Deepa Vishal shares her poem ‘A Matter Of Perception’ for #PenMuse-55. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/penmuse-55/
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‘Deepa Vishal’ shares her short story ‘From Beyond’ for this month’s #HarnessWriting. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/fusion/
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Deepa Vishal shares her story ‘Anything for Love’ for #QuinTale-55. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-55
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Deepa Vishal shares her story ‘Petrichor’ for #QuinTale-54. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-54
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“No! This cannot be true! Tell me you are wrong, Daruka! Please tell me you are absolutely wrong!” Inspite of the lump in his throat,
“This is Shiso. You see the sprouts in the sapling? These can be used as garnish, along with the leaves. The flower buds, when pickled,
Arjun could smell the fumes from the turning point of the lane, even though the house was situated almost at the end. The top floor
Soumya stood beside the rock and thought about the strange dream. She had spent hours trying to decipher its meaning. In the dream, she had
(The narrative includes verses from the poem The Road Not Taken written by Robert Frost.) ‘Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry, I
The door opened and she stepped out – barely recognizable in her new avatar. Checking that there was no one around, she eagerly stepped in
Rhea looked at the mirror, giving herself one final inspective look before heading out for dinner. Her reflection beamed back a satisfied nod. Her black
Dear Diary, I am glad that this day is over. The morning itself started on a wrong note. I woke up to the dismal realization
Solitude, you have been a constant presence in my life. Even as a child, I remember feeling like the odd one out amidst a crowd.
I step out of the house, reminding myself that the worst is over now. The farewell that I had been dreading has been dealt with.
Logan stepped into the clearing. The ancient tree beckoned him. There was a strong aura of magic surrounding it. He laid his palm gently on
“Thank you for THAT!” Kalpana shouted. Her husband Ashish merely shrugged at the marriage counselor who was eyeing them apprehensively. “What difference does it make
Standing at the ground, Kane thought about his days as a famous football player. People used to tattoo his name over their body, hold placards
‘Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me!’ Meera sang to herself in a low voice as she sliced the choco-lava cake and took in
‘It was your first day in the college. Having heard horrible tales of seniors ragging newbies, you tried your best to lose yourself among the
Of all the people I had the misfortune to meet, I had to meet this one TWICE… Ravi thought, seething silently in irritation. All he
