This wonderfully satisfying short story comes from Shiva Kumar. His writing is quirky, funny, and eminently readable. It is a style I truly appreciate for its wordplay and its ability to bring out the sense of the action. For a truly delightful experience, head on over to https://thewiklyupdet.blogspot.com/ and read more from him…
This is the second time we've had the pleasure of getting one of Sarbari Sen's stories on SloWord. She is, if you recall, the brain behind "A Chandelier for Vidya". If you've read that you may have a vague sense of foreboding already. Here we go then! When they left a party, someone…
NOTE: This is a work of fiction. It comes from the mind of Sarbari Sen, a world famous chef in her family. She feeds one husband, one daughter, one son and their many friends as often as she can. When not making rosgullas she dabbles in homeopathy, tolerates her kids and concocts tales of murder and…
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was high, he didn’t pay it any mind. He had his boots on and he walked on down the hallway. He came to a door and he stepped outside. It was a stormy Monday. He knew Tuesday would be just as bad. It was…
Ecks was lonely, they said. Ecks didn’t think so. He was always busy, doing something that most people thought was doing nothing. Jay Ecks was 42 and single and this made people click their tongue and make sympathetic noises. In their book, loneliness, or being alone, was not a desirable way to be.…
< An edition of this story first appeared in Unbound EMagazine. > Andrew Quinn had spent 8 years writing. Burned out from playing corporate games, Andrew had turned off, tuned out, and then dropped out. He was 48 years old with a receding forehead, an aquiline nose and curls greying at the edges. This…
< An edition of this story first appeared in The Telegram Magazine - https://www.magzter.com/IN/Talking-Books-in-Delhi/Telegram/Fiction/215124 > In the car, he was unusually silent and if Sushil Deka was silent, then, the situation was serious. I had expected that. It’s not everyday that a man learns that his wife is in a sexual relationship with another…
As usual, The LastWord has applied to The SloMan to write a post to Make an Announcement.
The SloMan, slow and infirm as he is, is obliged to oblige The LastWord, mostly because he, The LastWord, has obliged The SloMan by taking over the bulk of writings that this blog is obliged to present to its readers. Few they may be, but a blog cannot exist without some obligor / obligee relationships between writers and readers.
Readers are advised to (more…)
In this, for the first time ever, I shall attempt to write a serious post. Come along for the ride, as we explore the process of writing a novel. I have never taken a creative writing class or literature appreciation classes. This guide, therefore, is perfect for the lay author, written as it…