Apurva Rathod

I am revising in the auto hoping to glean some more important points when I realise that I am slightly hungry. I remember how I really do not feel like writing the paper when I am hungry. I cannot be hungry while writing the exam. I glance at the upper left corner of my mobile's screen. It is 1:44. 16 minutes to go before the exam. I am confident that I will make it in time. Fortunately, I do not live far. Also, fortunately, the autowala is not slow. I continue revising, my peripheral vision on the road. I plan that I will go to the shop on campus via the short path and get an Oreo. That is the only vegan edible with enough calories there. Eat two then go to the class.  Upon reaching the college, near the entrance, I see a guy revising on a scooty with an open notebook in his lap. 'That's a nice exam look,' I think to myself. 'Nice exam vibe..'  Outside the class I find my two friends who always revise till almost the last moment on campus, taking out the exam u...

  Her fingers danced across the piano. Like leaves showering down from the branches of a tree on a breezy day, the notes showered down on us. Her eyes were shut. She was part of the music. I too was hypnotized. My head moved with the rhythm and my body followed. Her music shook me up like the water that ripples when something new enters a still pond. Take me with you on this beautiful trail of notes. Fill me with your music. Her eyes cracked open a slit and a corner of her lips turned up ever so slightly as she gave me a glance and my heart melted and I drowned. I stood still for a while. These were the ending notes. I closed my eyes and tried to absorb them in their entirety. I placed my hand on my heart and sank back into the cushioned chair as the last note faded away. Utter silence. Where was I? What time? It doesn’t matter. Let me revel in this feeling, make it last, store it in my heart. In a few moments, I was slowly walking amongst the crowd that had formed, people ...

She had woken up in a castle-like place, the size of a mansion; shorter than what one would consider an actual castle. She had sucked dry every book there, rereading them, analysing them; now she could not bear their sight, including the loveliest romantics; she loved romance.  She prayed desperately, to be among humans, in human civilization…, to whom did she pray? She did not know, for in her mind, the idea, or the image of God, was vague. She had not previously been someone who prayed much, but she could not help but pray when she broke down these days. She had filled a closet full of the finest gowns, all sewn and designed by her, something taken up by her to fill her time, using instructive books from the library. She wore them now for the sake of wearing them. The boredom was morbid. She felt the urge to take something, tear it apart, break it, as if she were tearing and breaking boredom. There really was not anyone around for as far as she could get. She climbed to the tops ...

Nazaya's P. O. V. The satyr seemed calm. I held back the barrage of self-blaming thoughts and tried to calm down as well. I shouldn’t have listened to Kyla. For now, I worried about Zoey and dad's reaction. They knew that I had taken it. Aurelia's P. O. V.  The panicked whispers of the witches didn't allow me to think. I banged my palm on the center table. “Witches! I need you all to calm down. If we want to figure out what’s happening… and how to go about solving it.“ They quieted down around me and I seated myself on the head chair. "I'm assuming we have all figured out by now that it's the sealed power in the stone of Abiruzi breaking out that is making us feel this overwhelming surge of power in our bodies, which seems to keep… " I looked at my hands; they felt nearly numb with the amount of energy. The fingers were getting difficult to move. I looked up at the questioning faces of the witches again, "What we can do for now is keep releasing ...

No. this can’t be happening. I watched as the stone-softened-into-plasma bubbled and melted even more. What should I do now..? I removed my jacket and threw it over the stone in a desperate attempt to save its structure from deteriorating further; it didn’t cover all of it. I was pretty sure anything like that wasn’t written in the guide. What just happened? Jeffrey's P. O. V. I ran in the direction of the smell. This was the same smell from that incident more than a decade ago when the wannabe witch had lost her life at the lair of the werewolves.  I came upon a girl in a maroon tank top and a long blue skirt who sat trembling on the floor of the cavern, breathing loudly. She was helplessly staring at this weird sticky mass of- I had no idea what to call it, with a jacket stuck to it. I galloped over to her and sat down beside her. She glanced at me cursorily, seemingly too distraught to acknowledge my presence. “What’s that thing?” I asked.  Her voice shook as she replied, ...

Jim's P. O. V. I went to Zoey’s place. Coming inside in the warmth, I breathed shakily, relieved from the cold outside.She greeted me with a grin. She was wearing pyjamas, her straight hair was open and a little untidy. She took my coat and hung it behind the door.   Soon, we were sitting infront of the fireplace and I was warming my hands above the fire. "You can’t convince me to help your sister, Zoey. Especially because she doesn’t want it," I said.   Zoey grimaced, “Jim,… she doesn’t know better.” “It’s her life, her decisions, Zoey.” She kept the mug of coffee she was sipping from, on the table and turned her chair to directly face me, crossing her legs and arms. “Looking at me like that won’t change my mind.” “Ugh. It’s like, would you let an idiot harm themself, Jim? She is an idiot, Jim,” she cried. “She isn’t. She is simply doing something foolish blinded by her selfishness. While that is idiotic, she isn’t an idiot.”   *** Nazaya's P. O. V. The stone sparkle...