Original Fiction
“Unveiling the Tragedy: Martin Scorsese’s ‘Killers of the Flower Moon’ Exposes the Chilling Intersection of Greed and Genocide in 1920s Oklahoma
Martin Scorsese’s epic historical saga Killers of the Flower Moon chronicles a chilling actual conspiracy of murder and dispossession targeting the oil-wealthy Osage Nation in 1920s Oklahoma. When oil is discovered beneath the windswept plains where the U.S. government had…
Dear Love… (A Quest for True Romance)
The author explores the attractions felt towards people at different stages, every emotion that has evoked something deeper, stayed, or vanished, accordingly. This is a piece of fiction aimed at the hopeless romantics at heart, in a low-key quest for…
The Whispering JPEG
Parineeti squinted at the girl in front of her. She had long learned not to judge books by their covers, but she still balked at the air of imperiousness being exuded from this girl. She was rich, beautiful and used…
Half-Full Glasses
Diya looked at Snigdha in a way that she only reserved for her closest friends. It was halfway between a stare and a jab: an accusatory stare that blamed the person concerned for screwing things up royally for one reason…
47 Ragnaroks- Ch 2, Coming Home
"We are really doing this then," Sophie said, putting on a pair of sneakers. "We are going to Asgard." Thor nodded. "Yes, we are. You packed lightly, right?" "Yeah. But we can go shopping later right, in case we need…
Dreamenders- Ch 3, A Piece of Jupiter’s Mind
"You missed this, didn't you?" Leah asked, standing atop Empire State Building, balancing herself on the narrow spire. "Missed what?" Nate asked, floating upside down. His cellphone slipped off his pocket, hitting his chin on the way down. Nate cursed,…
An Ode to Recovery: Words
Words, I am short of; They escape me, frequently, like a tide that’s aimless. I throw them on a wall and they bounce back behind me, Into the pit of darkness that I had built long ago: unnecessarily. Words: they…
An Ode to Recovery: Again
I know this smell all too well The smell of recognition The smell of intimacy The smell of submission The smell of colours The smell of new fantasies The smell of music. You tell me it’s not the same Oh,…
47 Ragnaroks- Ch 1, A Tale as Old as Time
~*~ The Age of the Third Yggdrasil ~*~ Odin dreamed. He dreamed that he was hanging from Yggdrasil, and that he was looking out of one eye. He dreamt that he was cradling the unmoving form of his son Balder,…
