ANTHOLOGY WRITING CONTEST ENTRIES

CONTEST DETAILS: An ambitious undertaking by WRITE RIGHT to give budding writers across the globe a chance to get published. A two-part contest, the one held in January was to select writers to be published, based on their writing style. The contest was open to all, without constraints of word-limit or genre. You can read more...

THE GREENER GRASS OF OTHER SIDE

The first ray of light hit his face through the vent and caused his stare to die down. With his eyes closed, he maintained the upward stance, allowing the heat to seep through his entire body. While the sun’s warmth spread to the end of his toes, a series of thoughts over his current state...

EXPRESS WITHIN

John is a twenty five year old dynamic newly joined journalist working for a noted news channel. He has four best friends in his circle, Peter, Roxanne, Sam, and Maggie. All started working for the same channel after their college. Since it is the beginning of their careers, they shared same amount of enthusiasm and...

THE OLIVE BRANCH AND THE BANYAN TREE

Zoya was always the daydreamer. I don’t mean to say she had no grip on reality because no, of course, she did. Her grades were as good as mine, that is to say, just shy of being ‘good enough.’ But she never succumbed to the guilt that was my constant companion. The shrill scoffs of...

THE CIRCLE

The bright, cheery day did nothing to improve his mood. He glared back at the sun, impatiently looking at his watch, willing it to move faster. He had circled along the block twice already, but his stamina coupled with his pounding headache couldn't sustain another round. Just one more hour, he thought, one more hour...

MOUNTAIN FLOWER

“Clang, clang, clang,” the sonorous bell of the fire engine tore through the din of the busy street. “Look, Baba a fire engine,” shrieked Ankita, the ten year old girl running to the balcony to peer down the busy street through the wrought iron railing and point excitedly at the bright red fire engine. Fire...

THE BLIND MASTER

In the beginning, there was no signboard for the free coaching center at the Navrang Haveli but come evening time it was packed with children eager to learn. The two spacious rooms opening into the large courtyard were filled with both regular school students and dropouts trying to return to mainstream education. The science and...

THE LOST PHONE TO COME MY WAY

It was my internship period and having bounded to boarding life, I had to travel by bus with one of my friends on a Saturday to go for an urgent shopping. We were in a hurry that we had to get in any of the buses that would arrive first. A bus pulled up in...

A BLACK DOT ON THE WHITE BOARD

It was the first day of my second year of under graduation when one of my professors had walked into the class. Having known that he will be handling our class, a lot of research had been done about his teaching, his behaviour, his attitude, his ways and stuff. I was sitting somewhere in one...

PURE POISON

It was a few hours left for the night to die, and just a few minutes away from a possible fire, that Shammi discovered herself beside the kitchen bar, in a pool of drool and her most essential steel pot converted to charcoal black and charcoal, along with the fossilized grains of tea in it....