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Short Story Review! Broken Rice by Bijoyeta Das

The short piece titled ‘broken rice,’ set in Dehradun, India, is packed with talking colours and walking spices. It opens in the first paragraphs with a social consciousness, which is more broadened in today’s world than in the disturbing past of its host society. It is the socio-economic classes of; low, lower middle, middle-middle, upper middle, high, VIP and VVIP. The fine piece progresses in layers of development; as a kid, teenager and adult, with all of life evolving before him. However, as a still growing kid, the narrator is confronted by the challenges of the aforementioned middle class his family was stapled to. It is more typified in his family scooter, a scooter he hated to ride on. With much uneasiness associated with it-the onrushing wind, hands that would not tie around his ...

Flash Fiction! Dreams

  In this segment of our flash stories, storeadtimefloats and explores a more technical read. It is titled dreams and, dedicated to the youth of all time and clime of the world still trying assiduously to find their place. Maybe, why people sometimes fail is not lack of talent, vision or discipline forthwith; obviously there are platoons of them. But for some tinge of frustration that depress and dampen them. Let this piece be an encouragement you gift someone today because their dreams are coming back, alive! Enjoy!   Nobody tells you about their dream! Not even when everybody around you is dreaming. You only see their dreams come real. Now, you want to dream as always, but you do not know if to close an eye or both, to close light or tight even. Maybe you had not slept the depth to dream...

Short Story Review! Fancy-Nancy’s Skullduggerous Drudgery of Love by Cara Marks

Like the former short story review episode that has the specialty of a theatre, Fancy-Nancy’s is planted on the theatrics of pre to post theatre set-up and organization. We read the story in the eyes of Nut Mag. With the beginning seeming like a gathering of ambers for a lit up, in same fashion as Greetings from a violent homeland. And the resolve almost like uncontrollable flames the ambers are to feed. The theatre group is headed by puffy Ms. Fatima and a whole array of forty students with a capricious dispersion of their ages between twelve and seventeen as subordinates. Hosted by their ginormous theatre community. The roles are assigned. For werewolf-wolf, there is Jon at twelve, mostly known as Fancy-Nancy and his best friend; Blueberry, an African-Canadian from Saskatchewan. And ther...

Short Story Review! Ophelia by Breanne Mc Ivor

Just as he, Marcus Blackman, imagines, a kiss with Ophelia that would start slow and rise in crescendos. Likewise, the short piece rises beyond the sprawling National Academy as both rehearse for a billed joint performance for the Performing Arts.Over the years, Marcus had first been in this theatre as a secondary school student. With nostalgic feelings he recants a woeful experience then at the theatre that shows in no small measure the stature of his family, socially. While not leaving off that a continued stealing and diversion of Government-sponsored grant would always impoverish people it were meant for. Because of such case, the inner linings of his stomach were wrenched from hunger for someone had stolen Government-sponsored lunch pack. Coupled with his mother who had been trying he...

Sheer Portrayals

“…For all those years studying past facts in Dakar, he was yet to learn the role the Senegalese port played in shipping people out. Or not, that the port had no place in the regular route they plied… However, in the sitting room Diouf stood transfixed, more often rendered akimbo, glancing at the screed wall. The wall had been stood for a couple over two decades. They were the borders of their frugally furnished sitting room but for its stylish and artistic wit. He shared almost same age bracket with it. With what seemed an effortless precision one could tell it was one of the attachments to the wall that he was overly focused. Once absorbed into such composed look, it awakened his sinews buried underneath his light chocolate skin, and gushed up his nerves until his captur...

The Child Character with Hitting Budapest

In as much as this piece is not intended a reflection, so total, an advocate for infantile representation in fiction. It is, rather, identifying and marking out the bounds of the different stages. However, this growing stage is denigrated because of its inexperience. But, we notice it’s an all-joy and most happy stage whose exuberance hits a possible reverie at a later time in life. In works featuring child and adolescent characters, the rapport displayed quite seem to imitate a big chasm. Because, on going back to such work you possibly calibrate it with your present development. Of course you may not have to let it at first! Rather, in such attempt, there’s a shutting out of the spontaneity of discussions-while not leaving off a supposed link and seeming gullibility of spewing on u...

Flash! The Seminar

           “It was that time of the day when ochre-like brightness stole on the earth like rays-when somewhat of an unusual scruple after a statistics talk was tossing us about; Jumbo and Slot, and myself. Jumbo was that soft spoken lad that every aura of respect hung stiff to, as though cologne. He has the lead. They have established both selves the strong picks without a tinge of doubt reposed anywhere in that crimson brick department, while every admiration was the easiest to afford on my part.       We sit on a concrete amusement bench. It owes its dense surrounding to the frangipani overhead. We sit to calculate the approximate number of talks that happen in the country. I had joined when not joining had left the realm ...

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