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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Short Stories and Books.

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Short Stories

‘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... 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... 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... 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... 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 →

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