But it’s not that simple. No, it never is.
Jussawalla presents the vulnerability of the Indian borderlines in his work when he states that the country is vulnerable to foreign refugees and the fluctuating nature of formation of communities along sectarian lines that has become the hallmark of the Indian diaspora. But what strikes the speaker most is the indifference of the island city to all these political happenings.
She signed up for professor David Hudson’s Fundamentals of Journalism class, and the rest was written in the stars.
I binge-take extra-strength cough drops with gooey menthol centers having come home from Thanksgiving earlier than expected...
Two keys to having your writing considered are getting to know the publication and following the submission guidelines.
Remember when you said of a story, “Wow, that sounds like it really happened”? In this instance, we’re not referring to verisimilitude, the appearance or semblance of truth in writing, but to an entire story that feels, on an emotional level, like it could have taken place because some aspect of it did.
Carl the mechanic was the first poet I ever met—
She presented herself as either too bohemian to care about revealing her sexual adventures and her periods of mental breakdown or, conversely, as the submissive wife following the dictates of her husband who was apparently more eager than herself to cash in on a spiced-up and heavily fictionalized account of her life. And yet, at every opportunity she reverted to the convention that she was India’s most unconventional woman writer with no regrets about her work or her foci.
Charlie didn’t have the guts to rob the drugstore in Visalia. The woman behind the counter reminded him of his mother—what a chump. His truck needed gas, oil, a new carburetor. No sweat. Now he could buy a brand-new Cadillac. Charlie nodded at the man in the Air Force uniform. The goon thought himself important in his creased pants, pressed shirt and two rows of medals on his chest. Charlie believed Roswell was a hoax, until now. Sure, he agreed. What crashed must have been a weather balloon.
Everyone at the Bridge Street Hostel agreed the roaches were a problem. But most of the volunteers felt it was something they could live with. That is, until they learned to talk.