Short Stories

It had been a tough day. Woke up with the alarm at an unearthly hour and on the go since

Craaash! Boom! Screeech! “Aye! What are you doing?” The cacophony of noise was accompanied with blaring of horns, flames interspersed

Every time on his way he would glance at it, from the corner of his eye. It would never do

Beyond the sand, by the boulders a silhouette lurked. Still in the shadows. It seemed to be looking out to

Ding dong went the bell Flip – flop, flip- flop I went running Checking my reflection Oh what the hell,

                            He looked up again. A brilliant blue sky peered down in return. Not a single cloud. It promised to

She had never bothered about what the world said. When had she fallen in love with him? Was it possible

The little boy pedaled furiously. He did look back once, and he knew he had to just continue as fast

The morning papers reported it in small print somewhere between a lost horse and a stolen car on page 13,

It was a bitterly cold winter night. The sky was blue and black. She was running here and there in