Short Stories

  • The furies

    The furies

    This is a tale of how the furies were born. Orest was an honourable man, just, brave and kind. He was the man his regiment could count on getting them home safely. Though they had an equally just, if somewhat ineffective, lover of the good life, king…for Orest’s regiment, he was akin to a king.…

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  • The enchantress Nyx

    The enchantress Nyx

    Gunaf tied his boat to a tree as he made his way to the temple. He knew he would have no need for the boat. And since it had served him well, he left it at the shore, secure enough that it wouldn’t drift off, not so secure that someone who needed it couldn’t get…

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  • The doll in the mansion

    Patrick and Welma were less than happy when their father told them that they were moving away from the hustle and bustle of the city into a country house. He had tried to explain to them how the merchants with half his value in gold were splurging on such extravagances and he couldn’t be left…

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  • The legend of the Bargad

    Our story begins at a King’s desperate need of a son. Though his father and forefathers were known to have taken many wives, King Sulaiman II was unmarried. Boyishly he had thought he didn’t need to submit himself to actions that the general populace indulged in. He was the King and thus, above the call…

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  • The one true arrow

    The one true arrow

    In a forest east of the kingdom was a school meant for exceptional children. Though children only from the nobility were considered exceptional, allowances were made for “the others.” And though the others were treated with bare-minimum respect, they made up for the less than ideal circumstances by bullying the nobility thus restoring balance. Now…

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  • It all began with a clip I saw of Graham Norton where Stephen Fry talked about how we have lost the hearth and we don’t gather around for storytelling anymore. And then I read Norse Mythology, remembering what Stephen Fry had said and I instantly visualized me with a lot of unknown kids, sitting around…

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  • Three old women

    Anjali sat on one of the chairs, shaking with age. She kept her cane to one side and looked at her watch. As the minute hand crossed 12, two more women, as old, perhaps older – no one really knew because no one was keeping count – sat on the remaining chairs, kept in readiness…

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