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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Short Stories and Books.

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Fiction

A Tale of the Withering Mind

On a solitary walk in the park, met this old man, panting after a long hard run. He was taking heavy laboured breaths that, being asthmatic myself, I was all too familiar with. I asked if he needed medical help;... Continue Reading →

A Figment of Imagination

It should have been a perfect day. Only it wasn't. It should have been a romantic night. Only it wasn't. After all, all couples fight, isn't it? What's the big deal? So what, if it's an anniversary or a birthday... Continue Reading →

Mathilda – An Excerpt

When I had lived here some time other animals visited me and a fox came every day for a portion of food appropriated for him & would suffer me to pat his head. I had besides many books and a... Continue Reading →

An Inchoate Flame

For the first time today, I smiled at you. Well, it was first time in the history of me that I smiled at a stranger. Now that is a revelation one seldom gets to learn of me so you should... Continue Reading →

The Book of Lost Things: Book Review by Asha Seth

#MyThoughts: What does one choose when tough times call, family or one's own interest? Does this book answer why it's called 'The Book of Lost Things'? Is it worth one's time? Author: John Connolly| Genre: Children's, Adult Fiction, Coming-of-Age | Pages:... Continue Reading →

Demons in my Mind: Book Review by Asha Seth

#MyThoughts: Is the mind really responsible for all that one does? And how far can you go controlling your mind? 'Demons in my Mind' by Aashish Gupta has left me pondering with these thoughts. The Blurb: Are crimes and mental... Continue Reading →

For the love of Short Stories!

Reading novels is an addiction. But reading short stories is an obsession! Knitted tightly in a handful of pages, they hold within themselves an inexplicable enigma of wonders; worlds that even mammoth novels fail to behold. The more short stories... Continue Reading →

Of Mice and Men – An Excerpt

Lennie came in through the door. He wore his blue denim coat over his shoulders like a cape, and he walked hunched way over. “Hi, Lennie,” said George. “How you like the pup now?” Lennie said breathlessly, “He’s brown an’... Continue Reading →

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