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#Story Sunday

  • The Thief

    A story about things stolen: an electric toothbrush, a mother's time, a future. An elderly lady's lunch is interrupted by a shoplifter, prompting old memories and a belated gift.

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#Essay Saturday

  • Tribute to Urbex

    Abandoned state hospitals, inextricably linked to their former existence as asylums for the insane, captivate me most of all.

 #Arts & Culture

  • Come Talk to Me in 3,000 Years

    We were on our way to the Sarnath Buddhist temples, where Buddha allegedly stayed. We didn’t think our driver, who was annoyed with us because we wouldn’t eat at the restaurants he suggested, spoke much English until he asked

#On Writing

  • Writing Across Cultures

    Every writer dreams of reaching out to readers across cultures. We write in the hope that stories seeped in universal human emotions – love, hate, anger, joy, sadness – will cut across barriers and resonate with people everywhere.

Litro Lab

#Tuesday Tales

  • To the Escott Room

    November arrived with commendable punctuality for the forty-ninth time in Leanne Smythe's life. Wordless, the month could only peep when it arrived, and what it produced mimicked the protests of lame beasts: on the night notes, something like a

#Lunch Break Fiction

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Fiction

  • Litro #162: Literary Highlife | Jam

    I killed an angel this morning.I thought I was swiping away a mosquito; one whose wings did not buzz but rather sang, like perfectly tuned notes on a church organ. At that time of morning, however, one’s ears are

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  • Come Talk to Me in 3,000 Years

    We were on our way to the Sarnath Buddhist temples, where Buddha allegedly stayed. We didn’t think our driver, who was annoyed with us because we wouldn’t eat at the restaurants he suggested, spoke much English until he asked

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