By Murali Kamma The cyclist at Church Square didn’t attract much attention initially, even though he was just going...
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By Chirantana Mathkari Gandhawati stood stunned looking at the dead salmon in her kitchen sink. With its neck twisted...
This is a contest based in Portland, Oregon, for emerging writers — people who have self-published or who have not...
By Tan Kaiyi I was setting up the livestream on the living room’s television when Ma called. “Ah Boon, hand me...
by Aparna Amte Bhatnagar The moment that Shalini had waited for years had arrived. It was no longer a...
By A. Jessie Michael The parcel arrived in a postal van and James’ wife, Doris, put it aside for James...
"There’s no poison in this,” Grandma said. The teacup rattled, sending spurts of black liquid onto the saucer. Grandpa grunted. He...
By Rinita Banerjee It was the rainy season. July, Some Year, Some Place. Against the serenely cool breeze of the...
It had been forty-two days since the incident. Pulling money out of his body became a daily routine. He had...
By Tan Kaiyi “You change to 165 from here. It’ll take you down the road and then to Holland Village....
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