Sushila Kandola
Joined January 2022
2 stories
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My medium has always been the camera, but with the pen I have no limits. Now I am here.
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The Hunter
In the days of my grandfather, it was very bad luck to shoot a barn owl. But he found himself, one morning, a very lucky man. Hunting with his bow and arrow, he came across a shadow. He had only just claimed his bow and arrow from his tribe the year before, the year that the moon eclipsed the sun; and since he had been born in a month with two full moons, this was a very good sign. Though he was young, he walked amongst the strongest hunters. He could pierce the wing of a bee, aiming just by the sound of its soft humming. He could pin a fox to a tree without the creature feeling any pain.
By Sushila Kandola4 years ago in Fiction
