The Confident Professor

Image- Antenna at Unsplash The temp professor felt quite confident as he strutted down the hall towards the tutorial room. It was a selected group, just a few kids who had most probably requested a revision session for their upcoming exams. I can handle this with my eyes closed, John chuckled internally. Entering the small... Continue Reading →

Excerpt from a Letter- #WDYS

Image- Sadje Dear Ramya, Coming back to town after two decades should have felt like a warm embrace, instead it feels strange. The same buildings and grounds now sport new faces, such strange tones and foreign smells... Standing at your favourite spot near the pier, the familiar rushing sounds of the waves led me down... Continue Reading →

Written for MLMM's Photo Challenge #340, hosted by Nekneeraj. Photo by Oleg Zaicev on Pexels.com Amira emerged from the bathroom, rubbing her long wet hair with a towel as she glanced at the clothes laid on her bed."Does the yellow top go with the red skirt?" she asked, switching on the hair dryer for a quick... Continue Reading →

Image from Pixabay "Mrs Wardner, there have been some concerns regarding your professional conduct," came the prim voice of her boss's superior as she sat down in a swanky private office. Sally looked suspiciously to the man standing beside the dour faced woman before her. Her boss looked smug. "Firstly, your whereabouts are-""-I've a weak... Continue Reading →

This is for Bikurgurl's 100 Word Wednesday #173. Days after the landslide, some of the shops at the local market were opened. A young lad came up to stand beside the fruit seller, offering him garden picked beautiful flowers. He accepted with a smile, patting the boy. Wishing him a good day, the boy departed;... Continue Reading →

The image below is from Corey Agopian at Unsplash. "The voter turnout has been phenomenal," the news anchor smiled for the camera, waving his hands as he went on to describe the country's first democratic election after the transition from so-called dictatorship. "For the first time, our nation has seen such diverse groups exercising their... Continue Reading →

CCC#101 "Scared, Ronnie?" The elder girl called out, standing before a stone arched gate, rumoured to be the entrance to a witch's lair. "I'm not scared," her brother mumbled indignantly, entering after her. It was cold and dark, thin shafts of light streaming through tiny cracks. A stone gargoyle stood in the middle of the... Continue Reading →

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