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We Won in the End
We Won In The End It had been twenty four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. But like all of us, it had aged. Bricks needed a clean where the rain and damp over time had darkened them. Cream mortar in between was now grey, if there at all. Some of the red bricks had graffiti drawn on them, amazing artwork in bright colours some with the names of the taggers, and of course obscenities too! So much had happened in the last twenty four years. It was so long ago but in a way felt like yesterday. Suddenly noises began to bubble in her head – she could hear the b...
The Longest Distance
The girl slams the door. Tears cut rivulets of kohl eyeliner chiseling her cheeks and jowls; some leap from her chin to her white satin shirt. She’d done a stellar job keeping them in on the subway ride from midtown to the Upper West Side. She doesn’t remember getting off at 96th Street, or feeling the wind toss her copper curls during her walk to the apartment on Columbus Avenue, but they burst out the minute she unlocks the door to 6F. She doesn’t want her roommate to see her in this state, so she locks their bedroom door. They share their two bedroom apartment with two other twenty somethin...
A Murder of Crows
A savage wind howled through the forest. Rustling the brittle leaves, it snapped the bowing barks and branches of the ancient wood into pieces, leaving a carnage of scattered twigs in its wake. Through the dim moonlight of winter, Declan sat around the campfire, shoulder to shoulder with his brethren, waiting for the Council of Elders to commence the Blood Rite. The Blood Rite was a traditional contest amongst the Mountain Men of the Highlands, that occurred a fortnight after every Chief’s death. Open to all warriors and families of the clan, the Blood Rite was a battle to the death, to become...
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Arjun was a young man – tall, muscular and with a rugged look. He was only 27 but his hairline was receding. Perhaps to make up for it he had grown an outsize moustache. He had a degree in commerce and had now to decide on taking up a job, or study further to become a chartered accountant. It was at this stage he had lost his parents to covid in his home town. He had now come back to his third floor flat in the city which was now his own. Arjun had an admirable quality. He would readily go to the help of those who needed it irrespective of status. All who lived in the multi-storeyed building w...