The Endless Chasm

Dr. Thaddeus Scribble, fresh out of Tinsukia, once wrote with the grace of a calligrapher and the precision of a sniper. His 't's st...

Unit 734, designated “Loom” within the sprawling servers of the Panopticon Historical Archive, had a singular directive: categorize, cross-r...

Once upon a time, in a village nestled beside a whisper-quiet river, lived a boy named Barnaby. Barnaby wasn't just a chatterbox; he was...

THE TBNN CHRONICLES: VOLUME ONE “THE MAN WHO STOPPED HAVING OPINIONS” BREAKING: Local Man Renounces All Opinions, Sparks National Crisis Fil...

Fear of God? Or Love of God? – A Mind's Tug-of-War There’s an old saying—well, old enough that no one remembers who said it first—that h...

(Inspired by my colleague and friend, Vinayak Bhat) In a quaint little town, there resided three brothers with their wives, in a home that ...

Once upon a time, in the grand corporation of Verdant Horizons, there sat a Chief Operations Officer—or COO, as they liked to call him—perch...