Search

The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Stories and Books.

Tag

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 →

Everything’s Eventual: An Excerpt

Creativity is like a hand at the end of your arm. But a hand has many fingers, doesn’t it?” “Well, at least five.” “Think of those fingers as abilities. A creative person may write, paint, sculpt, or think up math... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Interpreter of Maladies

#MyThoughts: No writer has the eye for details to real life situations as Lahiri. Interpreter of Maladies that won the Pulitzer Award is deeply enthralling with simple but intensely emotional short stories that change your perspective of a lot of matters.... 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 →

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 →

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: