Just One Wish_The Big Black Hole_The End of An Eternity_The Mysterious Case of Nancy Silverman
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Just One Wish
I gulped enormous amounts of air, even though it belonged to a cave. A million fingers of musty air shaken with refreshing mold, a dash of stagnant water with twist of stale urine. It was awful, but anything that didn’t reek of oil, dust and seven centuries was fine by me. Boy it felt good to be out! “Hi!” I said, smiling at the girl holding my lamp. She was in her early twenties, her scraggly frame supporting faded blue pants and a green t-shirt that was two sizes too big. Her hair sprang in every direction and were as curly as the ancient runes scratched on my lamp, which she clutched in he...
The Big Black Hole
Millie was 23 years old when she eloped with her boyfriend. Born in 1951, some seventy years back, in Lucknow the city of nawabs, and the most populated city of India. Having lost her mother during her birth, her father, an overtly honest administrative officer in the government, gave her the very best upbringing he could. She grew up running around in the football fields and cycling with neighbourhood boys scraping her knees and coming back home covered in dirt and stinkingly filthy. Girls her age were not allowed as much freedom as she was. She was plain lucky as her dad returned late from w...
The End of An Eternity
...done great work...served a long timwww.onedoor.cce...decided to go a different way...thank you for your dedication...effective immediately...fired. Fired. Fired. Fired. I stared down at the amber beer, long since grown warm from my hands clenched around it. The din of the bar faded in and out as the conversation played again and again in my mind. Fired. Sacked. Laid off. How humans came up with such light words for such a heavy thing I will never understand. For all my time of watching them and learning from them, their ability to make even the direst thing nothing more than a simple word, a short phrase...
The Mysterious Case of Nancy Silverman
Lightning struck the night sky, illuminating the silhouette of the monstrous tower. On the street below, a pale moon-lit face was upturned to the sprawling edifice. It belonged to a teenaged girl, standing outside the wrought-iron archway in the downpour, clutching her small valise white-knuckled. Sodden from head to toe, her hat was limp and soggy against her wet hair and face. Streams of water ran down her coat, dripping down the coattails, mixing with the mud. The girl stood still, her face fixed with an odd look, as one who is lost in thought. Suddenly coming to, she blinked rapidly, looke...