The Crescent Scar – A Short Story

That evening, Eleanor seemed to be preoccupied. She was walking ahead of me. From my vantage point, I could see the back of her skull etched in the backdrop of the amber sky. I knew better than to ask what was bothering her. Because it was Eleanor. The Hot-headed Eleanor. The Strange Eleanor. And I... Continue Reading →

The Rotten Secret – A Short Story

"I want go to your father. I want to be with him. Can you understand that?" Harry stared at his mother. "Harry, there is something I have to tell you. Your father, he didn't die from a car crash. He was killed. I killed him." He looked up at her. Harry realised he hadn't blinked... Continue Reading →

Finish the Story: A Collaboration with Tanmay Jain

Dear readers, I guess I have something interesting up for you guys. When Tanmay from Bookinton asked me if I would like to participate in his 'Finish the Story' collaboration, I was not only excited but anxious too. Excited because, well, who doesn't like to devote time toward something they love to do and anxious... Continue Reading →

Belongings of Buried Longings

It was an extraordinary autumn morning. He’d lived in the city for nine years now but it had never rained this time of the year. Today, however, a soft shower bathed the city. He was not particularly fond of rains. But the cool drizzles were a welcome change in the autumn heat. And well, it... Continue Reading →

A Shooting Star – A Short Story

Once upon a time, somewhere in the vast open sky, an assembly was summoned. The biggest and brightest of stars took the senior positions in the assembly. Then the smaller stars took to lower rungs and the meeting commenced. Speculation was rife that the moon; who had conveniently chosen to stay away from the meeting... Continue Reading →

A Tale of the Withering Mind

On a solitary walk in the park, met this old man, panting after a long hard run. He was taking heavy laboured breaths that, being asthmatic myself, I was all too familiar with. I asked if he needed medical help; he made a sign of the thumb that indicated water. I didn't have any of... Continue Reading →

A Figment of Imagination

It should have been a perfect day. Only it wasn't. It should have been a romantic night. Only it wasn't. After all, all couples fight, isn't it? What's the big deal? So what, if it's an anniversary or a birthday or any damn effing day? Why should it be any different? One can start a... Continue Reading →

The Valentine’s Day Ritual

“Why don’t you join us?” They asked her for the hundredth time. She was exhausted from having to reject their pleas. Her friends were never tired though. “It’s just one night. It couldn’t hurt, right? Besides, just think, you might meet someone really cute, someone like you,” her best friend winked at her. “What would... Continue Reading →

‘Twas Christmas…

‘Kiss it goodbye,’ mum says. 'You're unbelievable,' I fume. She knows me. I love wallowing in my sorrows. I embrace them tighter than my skin clings to my body. I just cannot forget. And how do you forgive someone who wronged you? When they hurt you intentionally? Mum? She is brilliant at it. Always swearing... Continue Reading →

The Witty Worm

I told the sun - "Shine so bright, that your gaze melts down my worries." Just then, the birds bickered and said - "With your worries, you'll end us all." The sun said - "Go to the wind, it might blow them away for you." I told the wind - "Get so wild that your... Continue Reading →

The Broken Swing

The girl gripped her mother's finger as the mother started narrating the story. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Forrest…” Her little girl of four loved horror tales. She was surprised that the girl felt no fear listening to creepy tales that would generally freak out kids that age. Mothers resort... Continue Reading →

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 garbage swam freely on its surface making it look a massive pool of trash. Don’t... Continue Reading →

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