Short Stories
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“Subject 410 died of a cardiac arrest at,” a pause, a quick shuffle, “four hundred hours on the eleventh day of the lunar moon. Sample 41523 failed to graft correctly.” A click, a soul-weary sigh, then, “Even though it was showing the greatest promise until twenty minutes ago.”
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In a land far away, so far that you’d need to go by ship and wait until you reached the end of the world to find it, lived a queen who was kind and just. She had many subjects but no advisors. She lived by the principle of ‘Mother knows best’ and more often than…
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There was a little boy who wanted to know where all the birds and beasts came from. So he pestered his mother with questions, who in her infinite patience told him, “Why the good lord made it all.” Unsatisfied with the answer, he solicited the help of his teachers, peers and priest. All any of…
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The snake hissed in triumphThe prey in its graspThe people cheeredFor they deemed it was justice.But then the snake turnedFor that is its true natureAnd the people fledAs they became the prey.
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“Baba what is this?” asked Leena as she peered into the glass case. What she saw made her gasp in delight and an inexplicable itch began in her hand, one of wanting to possess the relic. Leena’s father hushed his voice and said, “That Leena is what our ancestors used to call a book. People…
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The camp was in a tense silence as the king lay on his deathbed, bleeding, injured by the cunning of the enemy. The queen sat next to him, holding his hand and repeating, almost like a song that she loved him, she would be okay once he left and that he could let go.
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A bustling street with houses on both sides. People selling wares, people screaming instructions and gossip over balconies, leaning precariously out, not a care in the world. The riot of noises, colours and smells would make any human not of this street swoon. But not the residents. They thrived in the multitudinous miasma that comprised…
tales of Suchita 