A New Kind of Literary Pulse

They sat together in comfortable silence, having been in each other's company for over ten years.   One of their favourite places was on the swing chair, overlooking the backyard, gently moving ...  [+]

On his first day at the Bengaluru Metropolitan Transport Corporation, twenty-five year old Masti Govind Swamy, named after the village of Masti, where his father, not he, was born, found to his ...  [+]

The wind was sharper this close to the water. Hands trembling, Astrid hurried to zip her jacket before the ride operator checked her seatbelt. She wished her tremors had more to do with the chill in ...  [+]

After I left Tom, I rented a house next to a cemetery. My mother offered to help me move. Standing in the gravel lot where I parked my car, she regarded the one-story clapboard partially hidden in ...  [+]

Jake lay in the darkness, the sun creeping under the shade...thinking why should he get out of bed. He had no place to go, no one to see and nobody would be coming to visit.  He probably wouldn't ...  [+]

The stoplight on the corner had been broken for weeks. Westway Avenue was yellow and green at the same time, while Cherry Lane was forever red. Mabel knew this. Mom and Dad called it "the ...  [+]

"The baseboards can always be painted over."

The sentence played over and over again in Margaret's head. The real estate agent had muttered it innocently under her breath, but it stuck with he ...  [+]