The Bangalore Review

The long black hair of the vampire smelled of wildflowers and fresh soil. I inhaled hungrily, absorbing in every way I could think of. His..

The war was over, but for how long we didn’t know. The streets were filled with debris and fires. As we walked among the bombed..

He’d been on his knees all morning the second day when he first saw her. It was the only time in his life he saw..

George Tandle stood, patiently waiting for the 7:38 from Bunker Hill to Hardchester. From the lofty vantage point of the station, he could see nearly..

The walls were a sterile white, bright enough to blind. I kept my eyes partway closed, watching the nurses walk past in their crisp candy..

Kusum, A. (18 November 19–) Letters to the editor, Dainik Bharat, Manoranjan Ravivar, p. 5-6. Editor’s note: Printed here unedited, this curious letter and its..

My anxiety went through the roof once Adam left. The cage I had built to contain my fears collapsed – a cage formed from the..

We had all these kids uprooting trees. We provided chainsaws. They sent chips of bark flying, catcalled to one another, egging each other on. I’ve..