fiction
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The Amethyst Library is on the first floor of a college building. It has two sections: one where all the books are kept. It is a bright sort of room, dusty but maintained in such a way that if you go in search of a book and are following the right map, you will find
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It had been a fortnight since Mr. Chubs had left Goya. He had been through several towns in that time but hadn’t found the “right” place, people or atmosphere to share his stories in. He couldn’t ever decide if his idea of the “right” place was the correct method of finding his home for the
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Mr. Chubs was in the mood for some wine. Some fine wine, not the swill that could be bought for a copper. He wanted the one that would slither down his throat, ignite his belly and drop a warm blanket on his mind. It was with some trepidation he realized that though the town of
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The door was wide open so Vishesh did not think he would be unwelcome. He had his favourite panda clutched in one hand as he stopped at his parents’ bedroom door. He couldn’t see daddy well but he could see his new mommy. She was asleep. Vishesh remembered her smile. The cookies she had baked
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Yuri didn’t want to be here. He really, really didn’t want to be here. But this wasn’t the first time his thoughts on a subject were discounted as irrelevant. So he tried to distract himself by staring at the wall in front of him. If his principal shifted just a little to the left, he’d
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Veer was sitting on the porch, his arms were crossed across his chest and while his eyes were angry, his pouting lips showed he was more disappointed than angry. He had been asking mummy if the TV was fixed and she kept repeating the same thing, ‘not yet love. It will be soon.’ It was
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You know you’re off to a party when you smell your mother’s perfume. It’s the special one, you know this because she wears it occasionally. It’s a heavenly smell but you don’t have the words to describe it. It’s just special mom smell for you.
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