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Epilogue “Look here!” exclaims one, “Has no one opened this cupboard in years?” “The room has been unoccupied for quite a while,” replies two, “I’ve only been ordered to move in and clear up today. See what’s in the cupboard.” She opens the rickety doors, grabs a packet of papers lying atop a pile of [...]

Chapter VII Chapter in which the Reader will find that Which He can only find in the Perusal of it “Reality and fiction says your worship?” Sancho inquired. “Yes Sancho,” replied the knight, “for fiction is always the better, the nearer it resembles the truth.” “But what composition and distinction of status will thy new [...]

Chapter VI Where the Sage Conversation between Don Quixote and Sancho Continues, With Other Debates Happily Recorded “May God in heaven or devil on earth keep thy wits intact!” exclaimed Sancho, “My master turned historian now. It would scarce astonish me if tomorrow you professed brick-laying. What experience hast thou of history and writing?” “O [...]

Chapter V Of what has been Recorded in History Without the Happening “But,” retorted Sancho, “what demon hath come upon your lordship that you attempt to secure fame that is already safely stored in your granary of possession through the history recorded by Mr. Moor Bean-and-Jelly? Did not Mr. Batchelor himself affirm that there are [...]

Chapter IV Of Rozinante and Sancho’s Last Persual, with Other Diverting Accounts Scarce had Don Quixote finished his discourse that a tapping on the window reclaimed his attention. Turning around the knight and squire witnessed Rozinante, his ludicrous leanness and exaggerated, skeletal aspect now a little cushioned with flesh, his grizzled mane smoother and his [...]

Chapter III In which is the Phantastical Explanation of the Knight’s Conversion “I fell asleep one night,” proceeded the knight, “after having been delivered to my abode in the inchanted cage, to the bickering of my niece arguing with the curate about me: “His worship, being so learned, might even mount the pulpit, or go [...]

Chapter II An Account of Sancho’s Incredulous Response to the Change in the Valiant Knight’s Constitution There was a profound silence after the knight uttered this statement, a silence unbroken by the housekeeper’s laments, the knight’s blabbering or Sancho’s harangue; the stretch then punctuated with the faint sound of Rozinante’s familiar neighing. “Oh Devil take [...]

The True History of Don Quixote de la Mancha: Twice Knighted, Thrice Scholared Author: Sid Halmet Bean-and-Jelly Published By: The Un-lying Presses (Licensed by the Order of Knight Errantry, Strawberry Creek, La Bu Nancha) Chapter I Of the parallel possibility of existence The heavy oak door was locked shut. The housekeeper sat outside it, at [...]

Hello RIL-ers, I don’t know who comes here how often now, but this place still exists for anyone who writes and wants to share his/her work. My personal study schedules have left me with no time in the past year to be updating here often, or even to write something worth posting; yes, a sad [...]

It is forty-five degrees of laziness and desertion outside. Everything is bathed in yellow and melting in the sunlight. No one can feel what the laborer sweating in this heat can feel. No one can even pretend to sympathize, no words can attempt to capture their toil adequately. It is very comfortable inside the car [...]

He said in class, “you can’t write a story!?” “Yes,” she said, “I can’t find an idea.” “Stories are everywhere, they’re around you, they’re inside you. Just look out of the window; you’ll find several things to write about.” “I don’t see anything,” she said, obviously not to him, just to herself. As per order [...]

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Once upon a time there was a house up in the mountains. It faced a beautiful view of a valley, spotted with little tin roofs of houses and winding, zigzagging roads running up and down its length and breath. In winters, the house would be buried deep in snow, sometimes, as the locals said, up [...]

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She thinks of a different life for herself. A different world, where no one has marital problems, where finances are not an issue, where there is no war fueled by religion. She thinks of a home, and him and kids. She thinks of being happy, being content with life the way it is, not wanting [...]

As I hid behind a random Newsweek issue pretending to read so that I would not have to make small talk with my uncle and his kids, I came across an article about this painter (whose name I do not remember now, it was something very similar to dorito.) I read the article, it wasn’t [...]

Silence. Darkness. A fertile breeding ground. It needs to move fast, it needs to grow, it needs to feed on everyone, everything. It goes to one, it goes to the other. Every nook and cranny, every piece on the shelf, every picture on the wall. Book after book it opens, it needs to grow, person [...]

My old school friend and I started a blog back in ripe teenage and posted our ‘works’ there. She mainly wrote poetry, I wrote prose, though I did sometimes try my hand at verse too. That blog eventually died, seeing that we have abandoned it, no one goes there anymore either. Our different career paths [...]

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderlay again. I think of this line every time I dream about him. Then I think of all my other dreams about him; all those I remember and all those that are lost to me forever. Memory is a tricky thing, it assures you that you would never [...]

I’m tutoring my twelve year old cousin these days. When I had to give him a topic for essay writing today, I thought about the earliest and simplest topic I could remembered from my primary years. “Myself” was the first topic that came to my mind. He took about ten minutes to write barely a [...]