Tag Archives: Fiction

Dancing in the Dark and a Dedication

March 23, 2014


Thank you, my friends!

Acknowledgements to More Than a Wisp of Fog Except when I was deep in the woods of ignorance as a young someone, and I was sure that some path will lead me unto the light someday, I have never made New Year promises to myself. It is another matter, however, that from the depths of […]

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The Scarecrow from East

March 18, 2014


Painting by Ryan Bourret

(It all began here. Read the previous part here.) They moved along a track in the grass to the north. A flock of ravens burst from a nearby tree, intent on killing one of their own, filling the air with a harsh war cry. She sat on a forlorn bench, watching the maddening fury of the night black […]

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The Killer in Alcatraz

March 11, 2014


The Killer in Alcatraz

(It all began here. Read the previous part here.) A dense mass of tall cowboy hats bustled about the Embarcadero, just beyond the Ferry Building. The faces buried under the wide, panning brims, their hands waved towards him, many of them holding whiplashes. There were sharp hisses and cracks now and then as they whipped the air about […]

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Bridge of Sighs

March 2, 2014



(It all began here. Read the previous part here.) ‘You are going to rue this, officer.’ Vernon’s voice was getting the reedy edge, a sign he was about to explode. ‘It’s my job to put aliens and saboteurs across the Bridge of Sighs. Never repented that,’ the policeman chewed out, leading them to a patrol car. ‘Please be […]

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Forbidden City

February 23, 2014


Fred Eng San Francisco Chinatown

(It all began here. Read the previous part here.) They entered The Presidio through Marina Gate, redolent of minty tang of eucalyptus trees, mixed with whiffs of fresh sea foam. The breeze blew soft, laced with salt, whispering moistly in the tall tree tops. The Letterman General Hospital stood primly on Lincoln Boulevard, with a quiet urgency under […]

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If You go to San Francisco

February 3, 2014



(It all began here. Read the previous part here.) Unknown to Amar, his onerous passage through a Naga backyard was reported by the night-prowlers to the head of the tribesmen. A freshly baptised Christian who had foreclosed the skull-houses of his territory, he decided with a twinge of regret that the intruders be returned to the […]

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Planet of Gibbons

January 26, 2014


Image credit: 20th Century Fox

(It all began here. Read the previous part here.) Part of Vernon’s right foot was gone with the roof of the aircraft. His boot was missing and so were his toes. A limp mass of red and white was dangling flimsily from the ankle, losing blood like a burst drainpipe. Amar loosened a length of […]

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Chattanooga Choo Choo

January 13, 2014



(The story begins here) Mark pulled level at three hundred feet. He had flown enough around to know no hollong tree grew up that size, giants that they were. Buffeting was nasty so close to land and it was going to get worse when they would pull up into the mountains. Flying low and fast […]

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More Than a Wisp of Fog

January 9, 2014


Painting by A Gorsky

Prologue The war was over for those who lived. Those who didn’t, they were still on the battlefronts, crouching in bunkers or planes, or breathing water on the seabed. It was an endless night for the sun never rises when you die. And this was how they’d be remembered, at war forever. He paused briefly […]

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End of Dusk

October 27, 2013



The evening is still, the birds silent, the wind dead like a tramp, flopped on a footpath. The sky is dressed in dust and dusk. His lungs cannot pull in half the air they used to soak till the last summer. The pain is boring holes through his shins. It has been welling up for […]

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A Far Cry from Mr Darcy

May 24, 2013


Image Credit: 'Pride and Prejudice'

The concluding part of ‘Tell Me, Cleopatra!‘ As I stood stiff under a jet stream of water, the set of four faces kept throbbing in my head, they all saying something to my eyes squeezed shut. Hemant, Robin, Sonia, Ruby and a stab in my heart. I lathered myself like a soiled bedspread and let […]

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A Polar Bear Remembers

May 19, 2013


Image source: wikimedia

‘There is nothing new under the sun. It has all been done before.’ ~ A Study in Scarlet Read the preceding part ‘The Man from Baker Street‘ here. The story begins here in ‘Tell Me, Cleopatra!‘ ‘Yes, I am mad about books. And for a bookworm like me, it is sacrilege not to have heard […]

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