Friday, January 18, 2008

It was a dark stormy night...

My favourite Peanuts strips were the ones where Snoopy banged away at his typewriter sitting on top of his little red dog house. His stories always started with 'It was a dark stormy night and suddenly...'

Well if you've managed to go beyond that first line, take a look at this. Or, if flash fiction is more your thing, check out this. Actually, just check out the entire site. I wish I was in Bombay.

(Link via Spaniard)


the saint said...

i know exactly what you mean :-)

and funnily enough I am missing mumbai too, right now

IdeaSmith said...

I loved the fact that everything happened on the roof of his doghouse - his sermons, the story-writing, the bird-meetings and even sleeping!

Lubna said...

I am so glad I hopped on to your site. I miss Bombay as well, so much. I am glad you directed me to the kala ghoda blog.... sigh Bombay.