short fiction
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As you sleep, curled into your side, a blanket raised right up to your shoulder, something moves in the darkness. You don’t sense anything in the beginning, asleep as you are. Confident that a closed door will protect you from events that may mean you harm.
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Saksham had seen his mother cry many times – she could cry at any advertisement where a child was being horrible to their parent – but he had not seen her inconsolable before. Usually, a joke here from his father, and a funny face there from him and she would forget her tears and laugh
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Mr. Chubs was a short, round and a rather red man. No, he did not have red-coloured skin but he was so fair that any activity, even mild, turned his skin a vivid scarlet. For a round man you would think he’d be slow on his feet and you would be right but he had
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A sound jarred me awake. Heart thundering in my chest, I tried to put myself back to sleep but the sound, like a saw mutely but determinedly cutting through wood, wouldn’t let me. So I got off the bed, needing to see what the fuss was about.
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She knew it was a special occasion because the brilliant blue dress was coming out of the vintage trunk for airing. Laid out next to it were the blue jewels that went with the dress. And oh, the necklace fashioned in the image of the Hope diamond was also coming out! It must indeed be
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The world was young, fresh and full of untold adventures. God was still sending down birds, beasts, trees and anything he could think of as His two favourite sons frolicked in the new Eden. It was but seven days since the beginning of time when a curious looking four-legged creature walked onto the scene, braying
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The peace and serenity of the blue and green water finally allowed Zark to feel more alive than dead. He knew the waters of the Yalli lake gave the person swimming within its shores foresight but he had had no idea they also provided a sense of peace.
tales of Suchita 