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Category Archives: Short Stories
Wild Berries
“You always leave your dirty clothes in the living room!” grumbled Ellie. Her voice echoed through the wooden panels of the small cabin, reaching Edgar, who had just retired to bed. It wasn’t a big house—just enough to comfortably accommodate two souls. Outside, it was
The Question
The ailing boy turned restlessly in his bed. The darkness of the room felt heavy. Thoughts of his past sufferings returned. He had been subjected to so many body scans that he had lost count of them. Thousands of needles had pierced him. Injections—once his
Train of Thought
As Vivek eagerly awaited his delayed train on the platform, he couldn’t help but wonder about his profound love for train journeys. He tried to recollect how it was never just about the mode of travel as a child, but rather the entire immersive experience
Summer Days
There was a reason why Shyla loved summers. It was only during the summer break that she could be with her distant cousins who would arrive in Channipur to spend their holidays. It was only during their time in the village that the otherwise dull
One Tumor Less
I woke up to a parched throat, and mumbled, “Wwwattteerr!” I realized I was unable to convey my request forward for my mouth felt paralyzed. I shouted at the top of my lungs but the nurses still couldn’t understand. “Wwwwaaabbbeeerrrr!” They looked at each other
Au Revoir – A Short Story
“I am leaving!”, Chara announced solemnly. “For real this time!” The 4-year-old waited at the door for someone to respond. When no one budged, she continued, “And I am not coming back!” No acknowledgement. Nobody seemed to care. She waited patiently with her ears wide
Remnant
“I hail from Sandess. My planet is up there, amongst the stars.” he said pointing towards the starlit sky. “We were warriors known for our resolve. Warriors of Doom, they would call us. Our bellows resounded through the entire universe. We were so compelling that
Mermaid
I am on a boat with no oars, at the mercy of the flow. It is a surefire fall ahead as a steep and deadly fall awaits my death. I know my fate and have come to accept it. Death has never scared me anyway.
Pitch Black
So I walk into this room and it is painted in black. All the four walls, written in pitch darkness. For a second, I felt as if I have stepped into the night. But there were no stars or moon inside. Just a charcoal story