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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Stories and Books.

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Short Stories

The Queer Night

Pitch dark it was. Even the midnight shadows had sought shelter. I looked out the window again. Unsure if I really had heard something or just imagined. It had stopped raining. The water-logged street outside filled me with disgust. Rotting... Continue Reading →

The Third Date

(I) 'Are we still strangers?' The message read. It was about five months since we first met on the online book-reading site. Bookish talks, endless discussions on favorite authors, sharing quotes and dialogues, greatly summed up our chat affair. Many... Continue Reading →

The Last Letter (2/2)

The first part of the story is here. He promised himself he wouldn’t drink. No. He can’t let the pain leave him. It has to keep beating inside him just like his heart, reminding him how it hurt, how she... Continue Reading →

The Last Letter (1/2)

"I don't know what I must write to undo what I have done to you. I couldn't live to see you around me being unfair to your own life." Sucking on the end of her pen, she read it again... Continue Reading →

The Old Man & the Dog

He sniffed everyone passing by. Their scents, their dangling handbags, And looked up at them, with pleading eyes… The heartless drove him away, kids pelted stones at him, Out of disgust, of fear or rage, scaring him to death. Away... Continue Reading →

Waiting (2/2)

contd... Where were you? Panic was starting to set in. It was no more a joke. Please come back! Teasing me? Like I was teasing you minutes ago. You always played this game. Hide n seek. Only so you could... Continue Reading →

Waiting (1/2)

You held my hand as I walked ahead of you. You trudged along. The dried leaves, tangled mass of branches, scattered everywhere. The leaves crunched beneath my feet reminding me just how much I love autumn. Sunlight crept in through the dense mass of... Continue Reading →

The Silhouette

Someone passed away recently. A school mate. Someone I didn't know well. And yet he appears in my thoughts.  A silhouette. As crazy as it may sound but I think about him. He gave in to cancer. I'd heard from... Continue Reading →

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