HauteLit from HotLanta: French Caribbean Crave

by originaltitle

“And in this inert town, this squabbling crowd so strangely swayed from its own cry as the town is swayed from its only true cry, the only cry one would have liked to… Read More →

The Peace Seeker

by Sukhbir Cheema

One day, I grew so tired of life that I quit my job, took out my savings and went to the Himalayas. I reached India, took a train ride, then a bus and… Read More →

Growing Up

by viewsinbetween

Thomas casually threw his keys at the coffee table. His unstable form rocked from side to side as he mustered the effort to stay upright. He stared at the spot where he assumed… Read More →

Three Little Pigs

by Sukhbir Cheema

The room was dark and eerie save for the only source of light which was coming from the open window nearby. As the wind blew in, the dust from the floor danced in… Read More →

Sunday Ramblings: Echoes of the Rainbow

by Raina

It is Sunday, and this entry was initially filled with thoughts about respect, assumptions and Facebook but I thought I’d spare you and leave you with a clip of the endearing Alex Law movie Echoes of… Read More →

HauteLit from HotLanta: Latin American Boom

by originaltitle

My ideas can be too big.  Finding time to actually condense and refine them is difficult.  I experienced this most when I was teaching.  I wanted to take all of the ideas surrounding… Read More →

The Pain yet the Need of Moving On

by YasminKamal

She sat there, at the corner, looking outside the window, wondering – or is it imagining, what life could be if tragedy had not befallen her. She was twenty-nine. She was a mother… Read More →

Shivers

by tretters

There was a small grey mouse in the corner of the room. It’s tiny pink paws scuttling around the base of the wall, sniffing about with it’s pert shivering whiskers, a long spindly… Read More →

De De

by aliimran13

“Kalau bukan aku, siapa lagi”, said Dede, adopting a more serious tone. I’ve never seen this side of him. He rarely ever takes anything seriously, much to his mother’s annoyance. “Dede! Dede!” she… Read More →

Sunday Postscripts: Calling for Submission

by Raina

  p.s. and remember Readings this Thursday!