Short Stories

  • The boy who wished on trains

    Hello, yes you, you over there, yes I mean you, are you listening? Are you ready? Come closer, a little more, no that’s it. Are you here or is your mind wandering away? Take a minute, take a breath, this is important so I need you to focus. Snap my finger, hello? Yes good. No…

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  • The coffee is getting cold

    “Hey…psst…hey, where do you think they are? They are never this late. I was told they love us.”

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  • The Chronicles of Shades and Abhor

    This is what you get when you are a Marvel and Tolkien fan, especially after watching Infinity War and reading The Silmarillion. If you want to blame/thank someone for this crossover, you have to find Smithsonian that has a course on edX that teaches you how to make your own superhero comic. This isn’t a…

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  • The silence was in three parts

    The silence was in three parts. First was the absence of humans and the noises they inevitably make while shuffling in the house, going about their daily business, knocking into things, knocking over things, announcing their presence at various intervals to ensure the household did not forget. The second was the ambient silence. Where usually…

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  • It was a bitterly cold night. The snow had been relentless for the past two days and now the world looked like it had been painted white. Two individuals were huddled outside the Croner residence, looking in longingly. Quite ostentatiously, the front door, instead of saying welcome said ‘Open, 24 hours.’

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  • Seventh day of the rising sun

    This is a sequel. To read Part 1: The detective’s apprentice A knight came charging across the landscape, desperately looking for anyone that could help him reunite with his beloved. He went from village to village, door to door, but could not find her. It was as if she had disappeared from the face of…

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  • The detective’s apprentice

    “Hello,” said the voice on the phone. “My name is Sherlock Homes. I know you never expected a call from me, as famous as I am, but I’ve been given your name as someone who can help me solve a rather sticky situation.” Mrs. Agarwal rolled her eyes and hollered for Radha. She handed him…

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