Category Archives: Story

Regret

The face jumped out at me while I was flicking channels. I froze and quickly returned to the news I had just passed, where two images were still displayed on the split screen. The reporter announced in an uninterested tone that … Continue reading

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Death

The visitors had informed prior to their arrival. So there were snacks and tea waiting for them. The old woman sat by the television which was switched off, her back supported by a pillow. The guests observed her without blinking … Continue reading

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The Fly

It was the Fly. I knew for a certainty. I knew it when I saw the gigantic, black, gleaming eyes at my window – and their cold, unblinking stare. I knew it when I heard its shriek from across the … Continue reading

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A Medal from Once Upon a Time

“Until a few years ago, I worked as a mother.” I raised my eyebrows and she chuckled. “Worked? you ask, incredulously,” she said. “Worked? As a mother? Worked – did you say?” More chuckles, more mirth, and more deliberation. I … Continue reading

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The ten-year-old

The ten year old was unusually quiet during dinner that Dad had to ask. Ten-year-olds, especially those like her, did not sit quiet during dinner until they were yelled at.
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Let’s Move On

This is not my story. Any similarity between any of the characters and me is purely coincidental. Now look away from me and look at them. For the convenience of telling this story, we’ll name them Ajay and Sangita. Let’s … Continue reading

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Witness

The man glared at the ten-year-old as he passed. The boy cowered behind the Police officer. “I’ll get you,” muttered the man, under his breath. His fist curled inside his handcuffs. “I’ll come back and get you if it’s the … Continue reading

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Ghost under the bed

“I am going to take a nap,” I announced. My five-year-old paid no attention. “Would you like to sleep a bit?” He shook his head. I wished he would, as I knew my nap would not be peaceful if he … Continue reading

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Sweet Home

Whatever his wife said, I was sure I would not miss him, though I, in all sincerity, hoped I would. I could imagine his big, round figure, with a toad-like face, eyes bulging out from his forehead, hair pasted back … Continue reading

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Onions

This story has been removed from the blog because it is being submitted elsewhere. Regret the inconvenience.  

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