Contest Results:
1st - Aayushi Anand for Rapist should be hanged
2nd - Shefali for Sunshine
3rd - Manisha Priyam for Caught in the Rain
Special Mention - Tanya Jain for The Adulterated Existence
2nd - Shefali for Sunshine
3rd - Manisha Priyam for Caught in the Rain
Special Mention - Tanya Jain for The Adulterated Existence
Writing Contest:
Quilled Words unleashes creativity with sizzling topics of the writing contest.
1. 'Rapist should be hanged'. Express your views for or against the statement.
2. India is a democracy or autocracy in the veil of democracy
3. A short story, including 3 elements - guitar, weed/LSD, schizophrenia
1. 'Rapist should be hanged'. Express your views for or against the statement.
2. India is a democracy or autocracy in the veil of democracy
3. A short story, including 3 elements - guitar, weed/LSD, schizophrenia
Eligibility:
Creativity cannot be bottled. So we have no hurdles, as we have faith in fresh approach.. Everyone can participate.
Deadline:
All entries should be sent to [email protected] before 11:55 pm, Thursday, February 28, 2013.
Prizes:
1st Prize - An amazing book!!
2nd Prize - TWO movie tickets!!
3rd Prize - Publication and feedback.
2nd Prize - TWO movie tickets!!
3rd Prize - Publication and feedback.
Hold on to your Quills!!!!
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tired eyes broke into tears and her wounded arms embraced him back as he caressed him in his tenderness..."
The Light Which Lost "...Unforgotten yet blemished, times of yore, I distinctly evoke...the sodden sparrow fatigued from life’s reel. The future and hope so well churned, the stars beyond so lucidly provoke, Oft and again provoked me the past...but advance I will to the fore. To my left, the candle so patently burned,but something dissimilar I felt than before. Fervently I gazed at the flame..."
The Sound Between My Ears "...I passed out, I could hear them talk – “He is getting worse every day. He keeps talking to himself. Thinks he is living in some apartment with some crazy neighbours. We have to shift him to another ward. I think he is developing signs of Schizz....."
Uncle Whitman says "...Perusing the horizon at sunset has always been an experience which brings many latent thoughts from the back of my mind into consideration. On such day, a line hummed in my head. It was a line by Walt Whitman from his poem, ‘I Sit and Look Out’.
The line goes like - “I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men..."
Beyond the Radcliffe Line "...At that stroke of midnight hour, in middle of sleep, Stealthily bomb of partition was burst upon people,
Burying the dreams of freedom, tears ran down deep. Inside that broken piece of land, that then faced cripple..."
Suicide Note #3 "...9 months and it is still not over. I have a fear that I will lose myself in this race for living a life less tragic. The morning sunshine doesn’t bring a new hope for me mom rather it reminds me of yet another tormenting and unkind day ahead.
A World within You "...And percolating to the very depth of what your eyes are viewing as a structure. A world that is knitting with every instance your senses are perceiving..."
Interview with Hilda David I would love to have been a scuba diver. The only problem is, finding books that are water-proof and finding a way to read them under the water.
Professor X vs Professor Gandhi Charles when killed in a telepathic battle with Phoenix alias Jean Grey, succeeds in transferring his mind to that of a brain-dead man, similarly Gandhi lived, even after he was killed, through his ideals and principles.
Twisted down the tale The fragrance that filled the room effervescenced as wild passion from within. Her gauzy gown slipped over her shoulder revealing her bare body. Her glowing, grain- colored skin rippled in him the urge to hold her by the arms and kiss her with untaming....
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