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Entra in un mondo di storie

Ascolta e leggi

Anita Nair

The night is dark velvet, oozing blackness in giant drops. A darkness that shadows everything that dares disturb its fabric. A steady hum rises through the air. A glint of silver; a flash of life. Who dares to be out on such a night when only demons stir?

Listen to "A Prayer for Sax" written and narrated by Anita Nair, only on Storytel.

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Satyr of the Subway

A Prayer For Sax

How easy it is to dismiss me as a creature of no consequence. Yes, my dear friend, even you do it. The truth is, most people think they know everything there is to know about moths. It's all been recorded, transcribed and even published. 

Listen to "Behe-moth" written and narrated by Anita Nair, only on Storytel.

Behe-Moth

"There he sits. Tie-and-dye-robed, apple seeds coiled around his neck, beaming an aura of flower power. There he sits, deep in thought amidst his pot, roots, tubes, herbs, and the black cat with the raspberry tongue."

Listen to "Come to bed, my Pretty" written and narrated by Anita Nair, only on Storytel.

Come To My Bed, My Pretty

It stood in a damp patch of soil, squat. forlorn, mostly weary. The small branches had been snapped off and now tiny mounds of gnarled bark waved their stumpy fists in the air in mute rage. Beneath the ground was a jagged edge where the axe had spliced through, shredding the pith into a million fragments, snapping the tie that held together, branch and trunk.

Consider the Tree

"As time goes by - Indian woman, 34, well-educated, successful, professional, 5'" slim, fit, spontaneous, vivacious, gourmet cook, extra-terrestrial believer looking to share friendship with 36-45 emotionally and intellectually successful loving woman. Laughing, fine dining - belief in alien presence and activity most important."

Listen to "Mercury Woman" written and narrated by Anita Nair, only on Storytel.

Mercury Woman

"Six o'clock. There is about this time a certain weariness. An intensity of grey that makes a man feel life is passing him by and that there is no way he can control what is happening to him. He is helpless, for how can he prevent the thickening of his arteries or the clouding of his eyes? As he clings to the subway strap, his knees twinge and he thinks how, after a shower, it isn't so easy any more to raise his legs and wipe his feet. And as he loops his belt around him, the spread of his once trim waistline is a reminder of looming mortality."

Listen to "Mistress of the night" written and narrated by Anita Nair, only on Storytel

Mistress of the night

"There is a world that huddles beneath the feet of every New Yorker. A subterranean realm of acrid grey, steamy lie and greasy fumes. In this devil basement, dank steel caterpillars, christened with molten metal alphabets on their deadpan foreheads, prowl hither and thither."

Listen to "Satyr of the Subway" written and narrated by Anita Nair, only on Storytel.

"Grammar books are deceptive. Just open your mind and walk through the pages of one. You will be surprised at what you stumble across."

Listen to "The heart of a gerund" written and narrated by Anita Nair, only on Storytel.

The Heart of the Gerund

It hangs there in the cupboard. Breathing in through its many pores the combined fragrance of mothballs and air-fresheners, and the mustiness of damp. A muddy grey, it falls from the outstretched arms of the hanger, the skin of a beast from which the soul has fled. Limp, lifeless and deceptively calm."

Listen to "The Hippoman" written and narrated by Anita Nair, only on Storytel.

The Hippoman

"The cat uncurled, It stretched and flexed. Then it blinked. Fish bones of sleep still clung to the cat. A queer kind of fatigue that rattled within his bones and hugged with the insistence of cankers. For a moment, the cat stared unseeingly. Then he allowed routine to take over"

Listen to "The Karmic Cat" written and narrated by Anita Nair only on Storytel