Fiction: Marsha Meets The Train
Marsha Walters sat in the window seat of the morning commuter train. She stared mindlessly at the suburban outskirts of the city sweeping by. The ……Read More
Marsha Walters sat in the window seat of the morning commuter train. She stared mindlessly at the suburban outskirts of the city sweeping by. The ……Read More
Neil sat in the straight backed kitchen chair staring at the table in front of him. His left arm was curled over the back of ……Read More
Alan blinked then stared at the ceiling. It seemed well lit although in a soft manner, not glaring. Was he supposed to do something? Or ……Read More
Alexei finished doing a compile and uploaded the executable code to the test machine. He swiveled around in his chair and faced Ivan. "That's it, ……Read More
In a brand new humor book, Are You Indian? A Humorous Guide to Growing Up Indian in America, HuHHSanjit SinghSSanjit Singh attempts to lampoon all ……Read More
I've explained this before but I think it bears repeating. I have never run a marathon in my life. I like to jog but would ……Read More
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