Short Story

By C Phillip A flash fiction HORROR by C Phillip The corroded stones lining the mouth of the old well dazzled under the full moon. Renuka...

By C Phillip Call of the Peacock A flash fiction romance by C Phillip Devaani hastened down the palace porch back to her living quarters....

By Anivartin Tirumalai  Jake Alvardo, 16-year-old orphan with blonde and messy hair woke up, unaware of the adventure that awaited him....

By Ashvani Sachdev On a gloomy morning shrouded in ominously dark clouds, our school principal made an announcement during the morning...

By Sruthi Nambiar Xander stands outside, next to his colleagues. He is a bit confused. Ten minutes ago, he was trying  to coordinate with...

By Sruthi Nambiar "Is that a … That is a dragon. That is a teeny tiny dragon."  I laugh at my father's bemused expression as he observes...

By Sruthi Nambiar In the cold expanse of stardust and darkness, a spacecraft orbits Earth. Its lone occupant shifts  uncomfortably inside...

By Sruthi Nambiar He stands at the doorway, watching the young woman sprawled on the sofa. He waits for her to  acknowledge his presence....

By Sruthi Nambiar He is a haunted man. The ghost of his estranged wife haunts him. He feels her. She is standing  behind him, watching...

By Sruthi Nambiar To:  The Past,  Bedroom  From:   The Present,  Bedroom  Dear Younger Me,  Hello. Hi. It is me - you. It is you from the...

By Sruthi Nambiar My great-grandmother's house is a peculiar marvel. More than 80 years old, it was a gift from her  father on her...

By Sruthi Nambiar 'This is not how it should be,' You think as you watch other parents meet their children's friends.  Their proud...

By Palomi Sai Vemala And at a single touch of love, his soul was brought back. He thinks the gods from above might be calling him. The...

By Palomi Sai Vemala He slowly washed the blood off of his hands as the sound of wailing was heard outside the shack that he called home....

By Arsch Sharma My fingertips felt alien against my eyes, especially at the corners just where the lashes meet the  skin. It was hot, and...

By Arsch Sharma I see the little bright spots on my laptop screen out the corner of my eye. They say the first step  towards writing a...

By Arsch Sharma A grey dawn. There is only so much that breaks the lull. I remember you, but what does recollection  mean after all? You...

By Arsch Sharma It was July, and the last of the warm Gulmohur shards scythed the sultry Delhi air with  their bleeding blooms. The...

By Sathvikh Sudhakar Darkest of the Dark: The Night’s Soul Short story by Sathvikh Sudhakar Genre: Fantasy Prologue I cautiously walked...

By Sathvikh Sudhakar False Hope? Chapter 1 Grey skies. Heat strokes. Barren ground. Repeat. This is what I saw every day as I crossed...