The Little Boy
On 1 Oct 2018 by Rham DhelOnce there was a little boy who was a friend to all creatures big and small. On his way to school, he would give the bottle of milk that his mother prepared for him to a calf roaming in the street. He would give piglets belly-rubs whenever he saw them. He petted every dog he
Son
On 1 Oct 2018 by Charulata PanigrahiIt was his first night in the new rented house in Jamshedpur. His mother did a puja of Griha Pravesh in the morning. The aroma of dhoop, sandalwood and ghee was still lingering in the air. Avinash was feeling happy in his sleep. He was seeing his father in a dream. His dear father was
The Sleepover
On 30 Sep 2018 by Ranjit NarayananI had returned home from my board examinations when we learned about my grandma’s heart attack. She lived alone at our ancestral home in Kochi and my mom was devastated. Dad was away on a business trip and my mom had to decide between waiting for his return or leave me alone at home just
Preparing An Ideal Draft for Short Stories
On 30 Sep 2018 by PenmancyNormally, there is no set formula for writing a short story. If it’s too technical it loses its soul. If it’s not guarded, it may drone out. Nevertheless, a short story finds its soul when there are a few vital points, directed towards its structure and style, that must be kept in mind while drafting
A Love So Divine
On 30 Sep 2018 by CharuLet the cold winter that ceases, Hear me aloud from the time that freezes Laughter and shivers that grows within, Let no time be the barrier to this silver lining My heart aches to be with you, To hold you, spoil you, and surrender too There is no boundary that keeps us apart, This separation
I am a thread…I am a thread of passion
On 30 Sep 2018 by Rakesh SidanaI am a thread, that is never broken. (means strong) I am a thread, that unites others. (means collaboration) I am a thread, that you tie at the right hand. (means auspicious) I am a thread, I am an entrepreneur  (means passion) Be a thread. Be an entrepreneur. ___________________________________________________
Fate, Forgiven…
On 29 Sep 2018 by Olinda BraganzaMartha’s feet hesitated over the dried leaves that travelled from the desolated street through the broken, partially unhinged front door. She touched the old, chipped doorframe and took a deep breath, still feeling the warmth of the place that we once called home. “Looks like things haven’t changed a bit, have they?” I smiled at
I’m So Happy To See You
On 28 Sep 2018 by PenmancySixPens Tale- 3 “I’m so happy to see you!” “Where were you all these days?” continued Ben after Tom didn’t answer. “I searched all over for you.” Tom looked away recalling those events. The day it all had happened. Then, Tom quickly hugged his friend. Ben could not stop his tears -the tears of joy
Gone
On 28 Sep 2018 by Mansi Babbar“Did he call?” Anu puts a question, knowing Meera will not like to answer. “The weather is nice today.” Meera does not break her gaze towards the sky. Anu knows Meera wouldn’t open up that easily. But Anu wouldn’t give up easily either. They are childhood friends and have been with each other through everything.
“Show, Don’t Tell”
On 26 Sep 2018 by Penmancy“Show, don’t tell“ is one of the common writing tips or advice that we often read from any writing-related article. But what does it mean and how do we do it? Let us say that one of the characters in your story, Prakash, is cruel and violent. You can TELL the readers: Prakash is cruel
2051: A Child’s Nightmare
On 24 Sep 2018 by BerylI am in an empty room. Lying on the floor. Maybe I am asleep. Gradually the walls begin to crumble as though the whole world is falling apart. As the bricks turn into dust, the door opens and I find myself in the middle of a street. I am surrounded by people. Hundreds and thousands,
The Shining Star
On 24 Sep 2018 by CharuA bud, a rose, a beautiful flower, Here comes the beauty of a shining star Oh hey! come let me show you the path To the heaven afar where no man’s at par This life, this regime has so much to give Let’s open our arms to receive this gift For how I know this
It Had Been Ten Years Since
On 21 Sep 2018 by PenmancySixPens Tale- 2 It had been ten years since those haunting aliens were last encountered and their nefarious plans of invasion had created a state of malaise. I vividly recollect that balmy day and the spotless skies without end. Suddenly, the weather became ominously eerie as innumerable warships made their appearance like dark masses of
Coffee Mornings
On 20 Sep 2018 by CharuAs the sun shines through my window in the midst of the morning glow, my cravings look for a binge in the side of the coffee drawer. Now how I see myself making a cup for me, I hear a knock from there saying open the door, hurry! I ran up to the door and
The Last Time I Saw Him
On 19 Sep 2018 by PenmancySixPens Tale- 1 Version 1 The last time I saw him, he was brooding over his coffin. The droop of the shoulders was like the weight of the world hanging from them. The next morning, he was found dead. What premonition! Who could it be, I wondered. I never imagined such things could happen in
The Ball of Life
On 18 Sep 2018 by BerylThere was a knock on my door. I opened it and he was there. Vitaglobulus citorotatus ambulocanthus brutum. I did not know that before, but that is what I found out he was. A living spherical fast-rotating mobile wheel-like creature. Indeed, he had the appearance of any ball you see the children playing with, as
A Surreal Suspension
On 18 Sep 2018 by BerylH., the famous fishing magnate, who supplied fish to the gourmet chefs in town, and made the palates of pescatarians pulse with delight, walked towards the old suspension bridge. It spanned the broad river whose waters had made him rich and celebrated throughout the country. His legendary ability to introduce all kinds of exotic and
Writing hacks to keep you motivated
On 17 Sep 2018 by PenmancyWriting is a solitary activity. The only companions that you will find are the characters that you yourselves will create. Isn’t it a bliss finding yourself in a world that you have created on your own? However, even the busiest of writers sometimes face writers’ block yet they manage to find that essential time to
Sixty Seconds
On 16 Sep 2018 by Rham DhelLike you, dear reader, I am an animal. A four-legged, even-toed ungulate. A pig, to be precise. But I wasn’t always one. Born in Poland in 1920 and brought up in a loving, secular Jewish family of free thinkers who did not believe in organised religion, I always dreamt of becoming a professor. And so,
The Cabin
On 13 Sep 2018 by Rham DhelIn Jogh, a small orthodox village in the abode of Gods, there lived a young couple who, after two years of marriage, had not been blessed with a child. In such a village, families, friends, relatives, and neighbours -the entire village, so to speak, would start policing your life once they hadn’t seen a little
The Vanishing
On 12 Sep 2018 by BerylTonight is my last in prison. Tomorrow at first light I will be executed. I am accused of the heinous crime of uxoricide and condemned to death by electrocution. Though I am an abhorrent man in the eyes of the world, I am indeed innocent. Like the angelic lamb I am sent to the slaughter
she who makes my heart flutter
On 11 Sep 2018 by Berylshe who makes my heart flutter like flames & butterfly wings in her smile has my soul found the eternal sunshine of life the warm touch of the sky, and the blue tenderness of distance melting liquid gaze of her eyes like waterfalls in secluded forests white songs of passionate silence before the delight of
Building The Narrative Pace
On 10 Sep 2018 by PenmancyNarrative pace is the pace at which your story’s action is paced at. The two factors that govern the narration are the tone of voice and the choice of words. To make them pace well there are some grammatical tools that can help make your story an effective one. Using the Participial Phrase: Participles are
Postcard From Heaven
On 10 Sep 2018 by KajalIt was that time of the year. Steffi flipped the page on her desk calendar. Today morning was going to be a test of her perseverance. But she knew in her heart that she must cater to her responsibility without a doubt. She looked outside her window to see the kids playing merrily in the garden.
Gift of Friendship
On 10 Sep 2018 by Rham DhelEvery evening we used to walk in the park, but today he was not there. Instead, I found a note written in his calligraphic hand -“Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.” I met him a month back when I saw him feeding bees with water. I immediately stuck up a conversation with him since I
An Eerie Encounter
On 9 Sep 2018 by BerylOn a late Sunday afternoon, five friends gathered at the Professor’s house for their customary meeting. They held their Sunday confab like clockwork since their youthful days. At their get-together, the friends entertained each other with motley stories from their lives. They would settle comfortably in their chairs sipping hot black tea. As the conversation
The Wanderer
On 8 Sep 2018 by BerylI went wandering all alone Like a river through a vale I lay somewhere like a stone A leaf grown yellow and pale Days passed away like pouring rain Years hurried on like blowing wind I saw the sun set and rise again But found not the end, not the end. Flowers blossomed and fell,
Lex Talionis
On 8 Sep 2018 by Rham DhelSome proclaimed me insane. Others called me an old man with nothing else to do than spin tall tales. But what I shall tell you is no lie. I once lived in a tiny village called Sylvaterra, a place surrounded by lush green vegetation. Wherever you looked, you could only see beauty. Though life was
The Golem; or, Stranded on the Edge of Oblivion
On 7 Sep 2018 by BerylIt was a strange year, of dark suns and light rains, when unholy clouds swarmed in the ultramarine expanse of tortuous skies. The air was filled with ominous portents, the earth crawled with sinistrous disquiet. They called it the year of the Minotaur, and like the fantastical beast, it demanded blood from all. Three hundred
An Aerial Departure
On 6 Sep 2018 by BerylHe told me all the time “We have to get out of here.” I knew him since childhood; we were best friends. We grew up in an immense city, a sea of concrete, where the billboards were greener than the grass. His favorite activity was to rescue little plants trapped in a lifeless landscape and