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The Musing Quill

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An Excerpt: Mathilda

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 →

The Fall – An Excerpt

Let’s sit down on these steamer chairs. What a fog! I interrupted myself, I believe, on the way to the little-ease. Yes, I’ll tell you what I mean. After having struggled, after having used up all my in-solent airs, discouraged... 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 →

Wuthering Heights – An Excerpt

'Yes, she's dead!' I answered, checking my sobs and drying my cheeks. 'Gone to heaven, I hope; where we may, every one, join her, if we take due warning and leave our evil ways to follow good!' 'Did SHE take... 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 →

A Room of One’s Own – An Excerpt

Believe me—and I have spent a great part of ten years in watching some three hundred and twenty elementary schools, we may prate of democracy, but actually, a poor child in England has little more hope than had the son... 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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