The StoryBench

We are a community of people who share a love of the written word. We meet to read stories, poems, songs… around a decided theme. This blog is a repository for all that is shared in these meetings.



Shiva and Daksha : The story of two fears

This story from the Puranas is a lovely example of fear connected to `control; in diametrically opposite ways..... the father fears loss of control and husband fears control. In the Puranas, ancient chronicles of gods, kings and sages, denial, division and... Continue Reading →

The connect between anger and fear

Anger is an evolutionary strategy that helps us deal with  threats. It focuses our mind on the target, suppresses our fear and drives us to attack. Anger is not evolution's answer to generic "threats." You don't get angry at the... Continue Reading →

Excerpt from `Creative Mischief’

A snippet from Dave Trott's blogpost `Creative Mischief' Read the original post here   Contributed by Meeta

Torture by Hope

This short story, La Torture par l'Esperance, in French by Villiers de L'Isle-Adam is set in the times of the Spanish Inquisition. It portrays the cruelty of fate. Though it has a predictable end it is a fascinating nonetheless. Fear... Continue Reading →

Dope on a Rope

From the book `How to be HAPPY, dammit' by  Karen Salmonsohn There once was this criminal who had committed a crime. (Because, hey, that’s what criminals do. That’s their job!) Anyway, he was sent to the king for his punishment.... Continue Reading →

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A chat-story by Pascal Chatterjee While playing around with WhatsApp, I stumbled across a weird chat history between two people I don't know. It scared the hell out of me. When I tried to find it again, the app crashed,... Continue Reading →

What fear can teach us

A TED Talk by Karen Thompson Walker on `What fear can teach us' Extracts: Fear is a kind of unintentional story-telling that we are all born knowing how to do. If we all try to read our fears we too... Continue Reading →

When I have fears

By John Keats When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd... Continue Reading →

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