Short Story

By Akshita Srivastava I stood tall on my vertical pole, waving and fluttering in the wind which carried the feeling of patriotism of my...

By Akshita Srivastava ‘Carrying cradles, carving crowns, could care less.’ There was a mystic mystery in her every breath. Pacing down...

By Supriyo Chatterji Daisuke sipped the tea that his daughter-in-law had served. The courtyard was bright with the setting sun’s beams...

By Taashvi Suri Wearied after a prolonged 6-hour road trip to Oregon and back to their adored home city Seattle, the Rao family could...

By VH Vanessa Lawrence and her mother arrived in the city three days ago. While many people prefer  vacationing on tropical islands,...

By VH Faith Humphrey walked through the lush greenery as if she were simply taking a leisurely  Wednesday evening stroll. However, this...

By VH Alyssa's excitement reached its peak as she sat in the bus, only an hour away from reuniting with her parents  after years abroad...

By VH As the day’s tasks neared completion, Malcolm found himself embracing the open road, a sense of  liberation coursing through his...

By VH   The car slowly took off as Marie Sinclair stood outside the Silvermoon Artist Retreat, a  place that opened every ten years for...

By Yash Desai Charles meticulously sharpened his cleaver over a water-stone and turned towards the customer.  “You said you wanted a...

By Yash Desai The scorching sun beat down mercilessly on the desolate, barren landscape that seemed to repeat itself  without any escape....

By Yash Desai Pain. The most powerful thing in the world. Ruthlessly used to coerce thoughts, manipulate emotions  and make you lose...

By Yash Desai  It was a warm sunny afternoon, the time when I'm most hungry. I had  stumbled into a barren clearing while trailing a...

By Yash Desai A Candle in the Wind  This was it. The day I was looking forward to my whole life. The most  nerve-racking few minutes of...

By Anita Kainthla Aparna was perturbed; her hands moved from her hip to her forehead and back and lips now tightly pursed and now loosely...

By Anita Kainthla We always disagree on whether or not I died that day on the beach. My  daughter and I. She’s 17, rational,...

By Anita Kainthla In the end, the Baital (a celestial spirit/ ghost/ vampire) recounts the 25th story to the legendary King Vikramaditya...

By Anita Kainthla Belvedere is six across, six letters and of the six letters the third one is a 'Z'. This clue has me confounded because...

By Anita Kainthla Heat, hatred and retribution I watched the chaos of blood in numbness. The show of gore had probably been staged to...

By Anita Kainthla In a matter of half a breath my grandmother has become the corpse lying on her queenbed that I’m sitting on.There’s an...