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Refugees in a Banana Republic
Literary

Refugees in a Banana Republic

Early dawn, when fog hung…

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A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor
Interview

A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor

Meet Breanne Mc Ivor. She…

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Nocturnal Conductions
Humor

Nocturnal Conductions

The first time it happened,…

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The Lady of the Water
Fiction

The Lady of the Water

I’d thought Central America would…

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Never Will I Leave Home
Literary

Never Will I Leave Home

You have not seen our…

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Two Blind Men
Flash Fiction

Two Blind Men

They knew well I was…

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An Interview with Ernest Brawley
Interview

An Interview with Ernest Brawley

Ernest Brawley, a native Californian,…

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Like in his early days during his undergraduate course in medical science, Anindya was slowly slipping into the darkness again. This was no ordinary darkness; it began in the evening, when the sun sank below the horizon. Over time, however, the darkness crept into other parts of the day; at its worst, it’d start right from the time Anindya woke up. He knows this darkness better than he knows his home. The darkness whispers in his ears, about his worst failures; his every shortcoming; mistakes he’d made; people he’d hurt. The darkness digs out the harshest things people have said about him. The darkness knows where every insult is buried, where every humiliation is hidden. Anindya has come a long way from his undergraduate days in a peripheral medical college. That’s where he met darkness for the first time. If you ask him, I don’t think he’d be able to…