Stephen King on the Pursuit of Writing

As writers, we are always on the lookout for such pieces of instruction, motivation, that would make the tedious task of writing simpler. Something that will make us bleed less while ensuring that the results are nothing short of masterpieces of literature.  But as we all know, such potions or draughts don’t exist, and the…

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Rejections are tough. But they are more difficult when you’re a writer. Because with every rejection, sometimes, comes a dose of dejection that gradually eats you. And it’s hard to think of the way forward.It is astonishing when you think about the number of writers who give up with every rejection. But it is important…

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Pain or pleasure, makes us better. Each of our experiences makes us a better artist. And that is more than a sufficient reason to believe that whatever happens, happens for good, to teach us something, to leave lessons with us, that is our own, and only ours. These experiences should be harnessed to power up…

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Writing Inspiration #43

Well, this isn’t the first time an author has tried to emphasise on the importance of reading for writing a book. Most writers read a good deal before even starting to pen down their ultimate novel. I wouldn’t know how to write if I hadn’t taken inspiration from the books written by authors successful today.…

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Janet Hulstrand on Good and Bad Writing

As writers, we are always concerned about one thing – is the writing good enough? Should I change this or modify that? Should I remove this or add that? These thoughts plague every writer’s mind and one is never at ease, no matter how good a piece of work is produced. While it isn’t wrong…

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Writing Inspiration #38

When a thought hits us, when we are yet ruminating over it, and giving it shape, imparting it life, is when it is the most fertile. You can do with it, whatever you feel like. Tend it like you desire and it will grow just that way. Abandoning it in a corner of the brain…

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The Crying Mannequin – A Short Story

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life. And what about one who wants to dye her hair? Is that a step ahead in the encyclopedia of rebellions? Is that a league apart from normal revolutions? She mused. This was a challenge to herself. To the conservative girl hiding under her…

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Seasons: Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Priyam Acharya| Genre: Poetry | Pages: 178 The Blurb: Seasons is an eclectic blend of works that would engage the seeker, the thinker, the die-hard romantic, the wanderer, the dreamer, the optimist, the skeptic, the artist, the closet philosopher and of course the poetry lover – there’s something for each of these! With inspiration derived from people,…

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Disappearance – A Short Story

It was an extraordinary autumn morning. He’d lived in the city for nine years now but it had never rained this time of the year. Today, however, a soft shower bathed the city. He was not particularly fond of rains. But the cool drizzles were a welcome change in the autumn heat. And well, it…

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‘Twas Christmas Eve – A Short Story

‘Kiss it goodbye,’ mum says. ‘You’re unbelievable,’ I fume. She knows me. I love wallowing in my sorrows. I embrace them tighter than my skin clings to my body. I just cannot forget. And how do you forgive someone who wronged you? When they hurt you intentionally? Mum? She is brilliant at it. Always swearing…

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The Pen’s Plight

the night grows curious as soon as she lights the lamp she moves the chair in place with a groan and a screech it obliges she picks up the pen the ink resists the flow refuses to let go a violent jerk forces it to action half-hearted, the pen gives into submission but only to…

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The Micawber

she turned time to dust and with its immortal remains draped the unfair turns canopied the unkind curves time had strewn in her path and left her homeless, hopeless she was ready now to revel in time’s wreck to rise from its hell ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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Blank Stares

when he looked at me it felt as though  he was trying to solve a mystery in the beginning, I wanted more much more than them blank stares they didn’t make sense why wouldn’t he say why not even try steal glances, he did but in the moment that our gazes met I swear, I…

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उस रोज़…

उस रोज़ जब नींद ने अलविदा कहा ऐसा लगा बरसों पुराने किसी दोस्त से बिछड़ना हुआ खुद को जब आईने में देखा ऐसा लगा किसी अजनबी से मुलाकात हुई हस्ते हुए चेहरे के पीछे उस अक्स को पहचान न सकी आंगन में कबूतरों की गुटर गु कुछ नागवार सी लगी उनकी आवाज़ उदासीन सी लगी…

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Would you believe?

Would you believe if I said  there’s not one minute his shadows don’t escort me? There’s not one night his memories would abscond me? Would you believe if I said that the flowers I left upon his grave haven’t dried even after years? That his headstone reads his rimes a different one each time? ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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Indifference

it doesn’t matter  whether days fuse into nights or seas dissolve into the skies you carry on breathing the same air eating the same dust as the day you were born like the day after you die ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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The Crescent Scar – A Short Story

That evening, Eleanor seemed to be preoccupied. She was walking ahead of me. From my vantage point, I could see the back of her skull etched in the backdrop of the amber sky. I knew better than to ask what was bothering her. Because it was Eleanor. The Hot-headed Eleanor. The Strange Eleanor. And I…

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The Secret of a Murder – A Short Story

“I want go to your father. I want to be with him. Can you understand that?” Harry stared at his mother. “Harry, there is something I have to tell you. Your father, he didn’t die from a car crash. He was killed. I killed him.” He looked up at her. Harry realised he hadn’t blinked…

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पतझड़ और वो…

जब मिले हम उस पतझड़ से कुछ इस कदर डूबे उसकी ख़ूबसूरती में की यह पूछना भूल गए वह आएंगे भी या बस उनकी यादें साथ लाये हो उसकी बाहों में सिमट यह बोलना भूल गए इंतज़ार हमें वो करवाते हैं पर हमारी तन्हाई को सीने से तुम लगा लेते हो ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

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Longings

stars tiptoed behind the clouds as longings were set free night after night ~~~~~ Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch.Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr  

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No Home for My Poem…

cut me open there’s no blood left to spill veins will only squirt dejected hopes rip me limb to limb only words will tumble forth stories waiting to escape will find their way out to the hearts of those who doubted disbelieved and when I am dead my parodies will sing for me because in…

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