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Short Story Time: Broken Mirror

By: Ushma Rebel


Someone could easily impale themselves and die on those loosely scattered tiny shards on the floor. Mya slowly turns her gaze away from the floor. She is benumbed and just a meter away from it. She rests her eyes on him without giving away any emotions. It is hard to tell whether he is getting angrier or pacified from her listless twisted face. She wishes that those shards laid closer to him. Continue reading “Short Story Time: Broken Mirror”

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Short Story Time: Ghosts of Saturday

By Richa Pokhrel/@nepalichoriblog

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Hi everyone! Happy February to you. This year has been pretty good so far and I am enjoying it day by day. The Bay Area’s winter has been comparatively¬†short. While I enjoy the warmer temperatures, I am hoping we get more rain. I am sorry we have not posted any new Nepali Women of the Month interviews but hope to have some your way soon. I decided to share another short story of mine. I’ve mentioned before that it’s always scarier for me to share my fiction work verse my non-fiction writings. Not sure why. I wrote this story after the earthquake and while I like it, I think there could be more words on aama in her spirit form, that needs a little more development. Let me know your thoughts because I am in a rut with fiction writing at the moment.

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Mother Tongue

By Richa Pokhrel/@nepalichoriblog

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For this piece, I decided to share one of my short stories instead of a personal essay. Here is a story I wrote last year and submitted to Duende Literary Journal.¬† To my great surprise, they had chosen it to be published! I was floored when I got the news because I never thought that an awesome literary journal like Duende would like my work. Sharing my creative work has always been difficult because I am very critical of myself. The strange thing is that when I write personal essays, I feel good about what I write. But with fiction pieces, I am never confident. Do you guys ever feel that about some things you do? I’m working towards not letting that self doubt get in the way of my creative writing.

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