Author: Commonwealth Writers

All a go on, it look as if they never want me to come. Hey Jermaine, we did plan a…

‘One more of these, Malli!’ he calls to the waiter, tapping a plump forefinger against the empty tumbler in front…

Kids ask all sorts of questions, and Ryan is no exception. I don’t have the answer to every one of…

Το εξοχικό όπου είχαν καλέσει την Ελίνα εκείνη την Κυριακή, ήταν σε μια παλιά πολυκατοικία, φάτσα στη θάλασσα. Ήταν απόγευμα,…

Seven. Ma and Aunt Katlyn cram our lives into fifty-six medium-sized boxes, and we uproot to a town with manicured…

Paro and Manju, bosom friends, had a common love interest: Shahrukh Khan. The epiphany of their love happened as they…

‘Your mother’s an ironmonger.’ ‘She is not.’ The word was new to me, but from the way Genevieve said it,…

I don’t smoke cigars. Everyone thinks I do, but I don’t. I just let them dangle between my lips and…

My back hurts; my head throbs; my shirt is sticking to me, tight against my skin. The sun is high,…

The Hurricane King, Ayabingi, could not keep still. High above the blue Atlantic waters, he whirled and paced, dark clouds…

Waves – the anguish of the sea gods, in pitch black midnight, squirt squalls of salt spray. Its bitterness biting…

I remember a Diba. He was young, mellow, with a head too small for its voluminous hair. He had an…