A New Kind of Literary Pulse

In the vagueness of my dreams, a handless man sits opposite me at the poker table. "Your turn," he grins sharply as he pushes all his chips forward. The cards are bloodstained. What is it that we do ...  [+]

The sounds of papers flipping reverberated through the room. Pens and highlighters were scattered messily on the floor. Each flip of the script was filled with frenzied scribbling. Annotation afte ...  [+]

Isabelle  We burst into the museum, and the tour guide launched into his speech the second we crossed the threshold. He spotted me right away and rolled his eyes, like I'd already ruined his morning ...  [+]

Haddow's bar was nearly empty that night. What was once a bustling business had deteriorated over the past twelve years into a musty joint not even the most desperate alcoholic would step foot in ...  [+]

On the edge of the pine forest, I decided to settle down under a neon cactus. Its bioluminescent buds would give me more light than the crescent moon. These cacti have always been enough to see my ...  [+]

Programmed to work, not to feel. Yet somehow, along the process of that programming, made just capable enough to understand every extent of how much I wasn‘t.    Wasn't. It seems of all the ...  [+]

I meet him the day Iran bombs Israel. Thousands of miles away at our idyllic Southern California campus, our engineering professor rambles about fluid dynamics. A soft chuckle draws my attention, and ...  [+]

"What's your backup plan?" That was the question everyone asked Arjun the day he announced that he was preparing for the UPSC Civil Services Examination. But Arjun had already made his choice. There ...  [+]

"I'm dying"  That's the first thing Helen said to me since I was here. She had been quiet for quite some time even after I ordered meals for both of us. Her Rolex glimmered under the light of ...  [+]

Red plagued the office corridors along with dissonant alarm bells. It was what jerked Violet out of her seat before she became part of the scramble towards the exit. Amidst the crowd, she chanced ...  [+]

   They called the city a furnace with streets. Kilns ringed the markets like open red mouths, and clay figures cooled on racks—lions with human eyes, queens with crescent crowns, gods whose smiles ...  [+]

Once, there was a God. 
Though the God was undoubtedly a God, and, as per God status, was to be unbothered by any human-like type of annoying life side effects (feelings, bodily functions and ...  [+]

As the city's sanitation crew dusted the fresh snow from the avenues, navigating his way through the morning traffic, Nathan finally arrived home. He was still buoyed by the remnants of a long night's ...  [+]

Her breath hitched in her throat. The moment was finally here - again. It felt surreal. The breeze felt cool on her face, its wisps running through her loose strands of hair. The sun was struggling ...  [+]

Stephanie peered at the calendar: "June 6th".
A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she stared out the window. Three years had already passed since that day. What was once a corner full of life now held ...  [+]

              When I explained the plot to my friend, he said it was too easy. All the characters had to do, was drive through the border. What could possibly go wrong ? Her brother was driving, like ...  [+]

She had mentioned this park being her favourite, yet she is still not here, and the agonising pain in my heart keeps on hurting. Where could she be? I was 18 when I came to this country, with a few ...  [+]

The ocean breeze hit her first. Sharp, salted, alive.  This feels... oddly familiar.   "Is it home?" she thought. The sky stretched in streaks of dull blue and white, mesmerizing--yet her mind ...  [+]