“Every year since then, the divine Moon chooses an apprentice to learn its secrets.”
“Grandma, how does the Moon choose who its apprentice will be? And who was it this year? Oh Grandma, I still have so many questions!” Marissa’s voice was filled with wonder.
“You’ll understand one day, Marissa. One day,” she said reassuringly, gently holding her soft hand.
Thick fog blanketed the port before we set sail for the North Sea. An eerie silence deafened our ears, until a squawk from the lone seagull above broke the uncanny quiet. The atmosphere reflected the emotions of everyone present: every sailor, whether a captain, a first mate, a seasoned veteran, or average joes like us deckhands.
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Hey Kitty
by Shilpa Suraj
Genre: Young Adult Fiction
“Be kind, have courage, and always believe in a little magic.” – Cinderella. Who hasn’t read the evergreen classic love story? Over the years, we’ve seen multiple adaptations of it. But author Shilpa Suraj flips the sweet, familiar tale into a new-age novel brimming with relatability.
When we were going to a 5-star restaurant with gleaming lights, we stepped carefully on the rocky pavement. As we entered, I caught the sudden smell of butter hanging in the air. We ordered pizza and ice cream separately. The waiter brought both at the same time and accidentally dropped the ice cream on the pizza!
Others call me an orphan,
but that’s not what I believe.
My mother is always around me,
whether I’m in Anchorage or Surat.
“Okay, time to go,” I murmur to myself, exiting the classroom. Rain pounds against the windows, and thunder taunts me from outside. I already know it’s hopeless, but I pull out my phone to check for a signal anyway.
Except – my phone isn’t there.
“What?” I curse. “I swear I kept it in here.”
There was a time when terrorism was at its peak in the state of Punjab. One frequently heard about incidents of firing and kidnapping across the state. These incidents were more rampant in certain areas.
One day, a family was visiting one such region in Punjab. A couple and their two sons, aged 12 and 16, were traveling to meet their grandparents. They arrived safely and were grateful that nothing bad had happened during their journey. They spent their holidays relaxing in the quaint town with their large family.
She walks in and says “Good Morning”
And flashes her charming smile without a warning
Her gorgeous eyes stare with a charismatic glow
As she says “Darling, won’t you say hello?”
The countryside was a vivid place. Old-fashioned folk resided in the bustling sectors of the city, amidst which was the cottage of Agatha, a well-known woman among the common citizenry. She wore a tight bun around her head as she intertwined her wrinkled hands around the complex piece of wool. The firelight shimmered on her face, presenting shining white hair that held underneath a variety of loops and curls. Her granddaughter Diana lay in a deep sleep in her lap. Agatha caressed her beautiful young face, remembering a time of her own. As she finished her knit, a bright vermillion cardigan perfect for the subfusc winters, she lay down in a curved position next to her granddaughter.
In Japan, I found myself again,
From busy but clean streets,
To lush and green countryside.
A land so busy, yet so calm,
It was so bright, so clean,
With the Cherry blossom’s gentle breeze.
