The Ebb and Flow

Originally posted on Cup of Whimsy:
Some days, weeks, or even months, are simply uneventful.  They pass quickly, in a steady rhythm of industry, sprinkled with modest pleasures and small stresses.  They remain devoid of any major developments, with no excitement to speak of.  But do not lose heart, for this is when the groundwork…

The Sorcerer

On her 30th birthday, Nimali met a sorcerer.  This was quite unexpected, as she had stopped believing in magic – like many – in childhood, once Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy turned out to be elaborate hoaxes.  And she had discarded her cherished fantasy novels back in high school, when the … More The Sorcerer

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She couldn’t write in her fevered state, beads of sweat collecting on her forehead like dewdrops on a spring rose, for every time her aching, swollen fingers scrambled across the keyboard, they simply sadjflsaidf akfjlda;sdijf a;sldjf;lskdj fjskld;afudsif sjfkla;sdkfj sdkjf sdf.s dfsdjiao. But in her mind, that meant something – a secret code, a cosmic language. … More asjdlf;asdkjflasidjf;as

Shipwrecked

During recess, Hannah Miller asked Kiran Patel if he would like to play “Shipwrecked” and pretend they were the only two people stranded together on a desert island.  She stood on a mound of wet grass surrounded by a large pool of dark rainwater, her frizzy brown hair whipping in the wind, olive eyes wide … More Shipwrecked

The Last Bookstore

Shanti walked along Avenida de la Rue Road, her eyes fixed on her personal device in disbelief, when she suddenly tripped over a tree root bulging through the sidewalk and fell flat on the ground. The PD flew out of her hand, her chin scraped the pavement, and the contents of her purse – including … More The Last Bookstore

The Best Years

They met at Jade Cafe in New York, nearly 30 years after last seeing one another. Kip sat on a high wooden stool and ordered coffee as he perused The Wall Street Journal at the counter. Lana occupied the vast space of a windowside booth alone, sipping a cup of chai as she sketched in … More The Best Years

That Feeling

Do you ever get that feeling The churning in your gut That simply leaves you reeling Because you know you’re in a rut?   The smile painted on your face Starts to flake and crack Peels off to leave an empty space A void limitless and black   You take stock of your life And … More That Feeling