Creative Writing

By Jacob James Grigware an art that, once mastered, can serve the artist in the most valuable of ways. It’s an art that can get you what you want. It’s an art that can create formidable bonds, not only between yourself and others, but between others and others. It can spark love, reveal honesty, and even demand respect.  When trying to make a crowd laugh, big or small, one must contemplate a few things:.  There are some in your crowd who will laugh at the easy jokes. The rela

By Sonia J Arora Episode 1 Characters Harrison : Male, 60yo. Dean of a renowned university in Singapore and a friend of Sherlock  Lina : Female, 55yo. Harrison’s separated wife Steve : Male, 50yo, Harrison’s brother Volunteers : Two in 20 something age, females Crowd : Few people required of both genders including an ex student, the central character in episode 5. She is dressed in a man like attire, glasses, short hair. FADE IN: INT. – MIDDLETON INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL – EDEN H

By Chloe Maria Pyrsos I look for you through the stained glass window. I look to remember the moment you left. I reminisce in the before as much as I am alone in the after.  Our house has turned cold and far too big. I used to play bossanova and dance around it to fill space. Now, come winter, I cling to blankets like I did your jacket while the bookshelves collect dust. Nights cold as these remind me of the day you invited me in. I had been standing in the cold for hours. I

By Kalpana Rangan  Misty hills, bamboo forests and coffee plantations were all around us as we entered Coorg. On either side of the road rose glowing gulmohars and towering eucalyptus. Driving inside we observed thick cardamom shrubs around narrow pathways. Streams flowing past rocky boulders completed the Coorg scenery. Yes, we had reached the country of Cardamom, coffee and the eternal Cauvery flowing through rivers and streams.       On the Eastern Slopes of the Western Gh

By Mansi Sagar When people start drowning in the sea they feel suffocating, water filling their lungs, and unbreathable air. People struggle to keep their airway above the water but the sea keep pulling it towards itself, then the people let the force of the sea pull them under. People try their best to get out of that but they lose themselves against the sea.  But I am drowning on land, no one is there to save me, I have been thrown for drowning by my own people living on th

By Navamika Ragesh The point I started to write is, when my ideas clashed with this headline .  Sure ,festive seasons are the onset point of pollution in a city .But what if the city is already in ruins with its unregulated traffic and noises . My visit to Delhi was very exciting . The Indira Gandhi International airport and its vastness itself amused me .On my way ,from the airport to hotel ,I saw over thousands of cars on the road at 3:30am and it made me baffled . In Keral

By Meenu B “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes.” - Walt Whitman Contradicting emotions were what started my career in Medicine. At times brimming with moral rectitude, but at others appalled by the depravity of the human mind. But through it all, I have made some indelible memories that have forged my life. I will never forget the first time I entered the dissection hall and the pungent smell of formaldehyde. Nor the

By Dhwani Chopra “Who's a measly little human to decide what's beautiful and what's ugly? When the creator themselves didn't set a boundary on the range of humans they created?” By Dhwani Chopra

By Sindhu Manoj For a child to grow into a responsible and caring adult, it takes the efforts and several unconditional sacrifices of...

By Sindhu Manoj After the great and risky adventures, I had in my Kindergarten and Convent, my parents probably thought that I should be...

By Sindhu Manoj A very curious, naughty and talkative little girl I was; ready to do anything that could make me and my friends happy!...

By Sindhu Manoj My earliest memories of school were its day one itself which probably was an equally memorable one to both my head...

By Sindhu Manoj Gold wasn’t the only reason why the English chose to live here in the pre independence era. It was more because of its...

By Pragya Pandey Hatred is like a red wine.  At start, it tastes bitter but as you take it, drop by drop, time after time, you start...

By Pragya Pandey If I can’t get ‘Adonis ’ , I will become ‘Helen’ and conquer ‘Paris’, but never will I ever fool myself by chasing...

By Pragya Pandey I don’t waste my time by waking till midnight, thinking over why a person is being malicious to me with no reason....

By Pragya Pandey Betrayal is an indispensable part of relationship, no matter how big or small, how frequently or rarity of the times ……...

By Pragya Pandey Among all the other  things,  life is  ‘ war’ too. At least, I believe it and if I am  ever asked I would say , the...

By Pragya Pandey Saying goodbye is already hard as it is but saying it to NARUTO was the hardest.I grew up my post teen years with him in...

By Dominique Scott How can I apologize if I don't know what I'm apologizing for? We were supposed to be thick as thieves but here we are....