Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Esther Greenwood

The author is an 18-year-old student from Kolkata, struggling to find a home for her works. Her chief hobby is reading, specially classics dating back to the 19th and 20th centuries. She loves Dickens and Alexandre Dumas.
7 WRITINGS

Home, sweet Home

“Calm down! Take a deep breath. It’ll  be okay!” I whisper to myself. “Open the door, Alyssa!” he shouts. The door shudders under his heavy fists. Masking...

The Whistling Woods

Samuel gazed upon the hazy blanket of darkness stretching below his window. A mist had curled up from the seas, enveloping the villa, with...

To Err is no Longer Human

A gust of wind rushed in through the open window, caressing his weather-beaten face. The candle-flame flickered for a moment, before steadying...

The Missing Blue

The monsoons have arrived late this year. The faint blue of the summer sky is receding fast under the onslaught of dark ominous clouds....

It Flows Gently On…

The river flowed  on, beyond a curtain of mist, its coquettish laughter ringing out in the  morning air. Today, its  laughter seemed...

Monsoon Song

I   hear  the  bugle horn in  the  air, Rising  above  the  silent  daydream; With  a lash of your cane and a groan of thunder, You emerge victorious...

Lost and Found

A pair of youthful eyes dance back at me from the bedside mirror. I catch a glimpse of a lady in her mid-forties ,...