July 2016
"No, not again", I sighed. It has been a routine now to search for my pen in the morning before leaving for work. "Dada, where is my pen?" I shouted at my father standing near the door of his bedroom. He was writing something in his notebook and stopped all of a sudden on hearing my angry voice. "There it is! How many pens did I get you and you keep on losing them! I am in a hurry and I don't have time for all these." I took the pen and left the room. I could hear his vague mumblings about old age and memory loss. I felt bad for my harsh tone. Old age is no fun. Your body and senses fail you and at some point loneliness steps in. But life has to go on. The morning incident haunted me for the whole day. Dada is the man behind my success. He supported me to open an Internet café in the town when my scores came out bad in college. Being a school dropout himself, Dada always wanted me to acquire a degree. But he accepted my flaws and guided me. I was lazy to continue my studies but Dada was a constant learner. He did postal lessons in English and since then he gets English newspapers and comics for himself so that he could improve his language. He says English is the best language to portray emotions and life. Dada was asleep by the time I reached home. I kept the pens which I bought for him on his old wooden desk. His notebook was lying open on the desk. I had always wondered what he was scribbling down in his book. I just went through some pages. I sat on the chair holding the book in my trembling hands. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I left the room with the book close to my heart. The book was full of memories. Dada had been writing stories about my childhood. My childhood pranks, my relationship with him, my fears and how he helped me overcome those, my bicycle tales and many more narrations were there. How could he remember my dress on the first day at school? All those tiny details from a man who was finding it difficult to memorize my mobile number were unexpected. I realized that he is the one behind my awesome childhood and I have forgotten that in this hustle bustle of life. A few weeks passed. Dada mentioned about his missing notebook a few times. It was a weekend and Dada was sitting on his wooden chair and reading the news. "Good morning, Son. You are up so early today", he said. "Yes, I wanted to spend some time with you. Did you find your missing notebook?" I asked him. "No, could you get me a new one?" "Perhaps you should have a look at this one", I said. He raised his head from the newspaper and I gave him a book. "A Father's Treasure by Aditya Rai", he read aloud. Astounded and puzzled, he looked up at me. "Open it. It is your notebook. I just got it published. It will hit the market tomorrow." He opened the book and flipped through the pages. I knelt down near him and held his hands. He was smiling like an innocent child. "Son, you know I am not a writer. My language isn't even good. People will laugh at my writings and spellings. I saved these stories for my grandchildren. You shouldn't have got this published." I gripped his hands tight and said, "It's all corrected. My 'friend' did all the corrections. But the notebook is very special to me and I want to keep it. Thank you for an awesome childhood, Dada." I stood up and left, since I didn't want to cry in front of him. As I left, I could see him weeping from the corner of my eye. Dada sat the whole day holding the book. I saw him reading it and getting lost in thoughts. He came to my room in the evening. "Son, what I wrote down in the notebook was just bits of my memories and your friend has crafted those memories into beautiful stories. Say thank you from my side. Goodnight", he said. "Sure Dada, goodnight", I smiled and turned to my laptop and opened my email. I composed an email to Grammarly. "My father says that English is the most beautiful language to showcase emotions. Being a college dropout, I was not sure about what to do when I came across my Dad's writings. I didn't feel like ignoring it as experiments of an old vegetable seller. It was at this difficult situation when you guys helped me out. Your premium services did the job perfectly. I published his work and thank you for helping me to give such a precious gift to my Dad. Moreover, thank you for that smile on his face." I sent the email and said, "Thank you, Grammarly."
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April 2017
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April 2017
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March 2017
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March 2017
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March 2017
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March 2017
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February 2017
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Debaprasad Mukherjee
February 2017
Look at this snap, I say. Isn't it so telltale? Doesn't it speak volumes on our closeness? Our relationship could be the subject of a great novel of romances.
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February 2017
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Joshua Hedges
January 2017
Life is complex, putting most answers on a spectrum, which I suppose places me between ordinary and special, smack dab in the middle of average.
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January 2017
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January 2017
The two girls Grace and Charlotte stood watching, fascinated by what they were seeing. Grace put her hand over her mouth to stop herself crying out.
Debaprasad Mukherjee
January 2017
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December 2016
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December 2016
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December 2016
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November 2016
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November 2016
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November 2016
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November 2016
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Cheryl Russell
November 2016
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November 2016
Two young girls, one looked to be ten while the other looked no older than six, were running around the tavern with trays over their heads.
Margaret Jennings
October 2016
Darkness in the trees that reflect his mood. A match that will not light. Thoughts that take him far from serenity.
Kelley Mether
October 2016
He tried to judge her accent. Possibly Spanish. Definitely another backpacker, like himself. If she wondered about him, she didn't show it.
Janice Joseph
October 2016
He pressed his face on the fence very hard. He looked far into the empty street to see if there were any signs of life.
Voinks (Val Portelli)
October 2016
I was beginning to go stir-crazy being cooped up indoors. All the things you take for granted suddenly became insurmountable mountains.
Keith Dwyer
October 2016
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September 2016
I was a mathlete, my teachers always called me the Bell Curve Breaker.
Cheryl Russell
September 2016
They were camping. It was supposed to be a relaxing break from the hectic pace of the last few weeks.
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September 2016
They say there is no such thing as the Bogeyman. But I know different. And right now we are playing hide and seek.
Janice Joseph
September 2016
"Why are you staring at the water? We pass by this stream daily and I can't see anything new. Are you ok?"
Lisa Wood
September 2016
He'd been waiting for hours for God only knows what. Frank wasn't an information guy. They told him to wait here, so here he waited.
Ajay Gregory Antony
September 2016
"Why did I leave home? Why am I here? Does any of this make sense?" I kept questioning myself over and again.
Michael "Fynn" Lange
September 2016
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September 2016
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Aishwarya Chandrasekhar
August 2016
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Voinks (Val Portelli)
August 2016
My romantic nature pondered whether the 'special something' he wanted to buy me would be an engagement ring.
Janice Joseph
August 2016
For me, the bridge was a gateway to a new life and for Ryan; the bridge was something he never wanted to cross.
Debaprasad Mukherjee
August 2016
I kept flapping around my house with similar haplessness until the quake subsided. I empathise with the bird.
Tiffany C. Lockhart
August 2016
A blonde-haired woman wearing a bright green trench coat walked down the streets of a bustling city, her nose buried in her phone.
Aishwarya Chandrasekhar
August 2016
Rambo came into Maggie's life a couple of weeks ago. The moment she saw him, she fell in love with him.
Janice Joseph
August 2016
I lay in the bathtub with my eyes closed. I pressed the straight razor against my wrist.
Janice Joseph
July 2016
"No, not again", I sighed. It has been a routine now to search for my pen in the morning before leaving for work.
Joshua Hedges
July 2016
Yumi couldn't feel her hands. She pushed her fingers through her hair. Nothing. Her heart didn't beat.
Michael "Fynn" Lange
July 2016
My fingers caressing its strings like they once caressed the only woman's skin that I have ever loved.
Janice Joseph
July 2016
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Debaprasad Mukherjee
July 2016
If I tell you, 'I've made this bridge', you will laugh at me; because you know me. I have never done anything constructive.
Aishwarya Chandrasekhar
July 2016
I am here at the park; taking a stroll with the person I love the most, My Dad!
Janine W. Cox
July 2016
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Debaprasad Mukherjee
June 2016
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Steve Brown
June 2016
It was just past midnight when she arrived at the cordoned off station. There was a yellow Ka parked by the front.
Gerry Hounchell
June 2016
Not sure who took that picture, but it's me hitching a ride, my backside anyway, age 17, running away from home.
Janice Joseph
June 2016
I am Wahid. I came here nearly 40 years ago. I live in the next street. Are you here with your family?", the old man asked.
Sarah GC David
June 2016
It is a typical evening; a cool breeze surrounds the insides of the subway. Never do they notice the intentions of each other.
Joshua Roberts
June 2016
The cold winter air stung his nostrils as Stephan walked along the brick covered sidewalk next to the tracks.
Voinks (Val Portelli)
June 2016
It had started innocently enough; the place had been packed, he had asked if he could share my table. The hour flew by as we started talking.
Janine W. Cox
June 2016
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Jacqueline Driggers
June 2016
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Joshua Hedges
June 2016
John's wheezed as he ran through the forest. He was a runner, why was he wheezing? Couldn't he outrun his six-year-old?
Janine W. Cox
June 2016
Pete was at a cross roads and he had to make a decision fast or else he was going to lose everything.
Ajay Gregory Antony
June 2016
The narrow road at the corner is the way to the blissful nature, where one will find true bliss.
Janice Joseph
June 2016
The fight is over forever. It is all numb now. There is no more pain. Life is setting me free. Let me fly...float in the clouds and forget my wounds.
Janine W. Cox
June 2016
Marty's number was called and he had to report to Parris Island, South Carolina for 12 weeks of basic training.
Steve Brown
May 2016
Bruno knew something was wrong long before I did. He was a dog amongst dogs and saw things before anyone else.