Category Archives: Fictional stories
Guns & Roses
“Mark Atkins!” “Mark, attention boy, we are on a roll again!” The voice thundered and boomed in his head. The intonation of it was not lost on him. He woke up with a start and stared around him. The darkness … Continue reading →
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Last 5 Minutes
The copter veered first to the left and then to the right. A strange clanking noise followed by a small thud or was it a boom like a car back firing. Sergeant Nick Kendall couldn’t tell for sure. He just … Continue reading →
Waiting To Exhale
FICTION Janet walked down 5th Avenue, NY, jostling with the crowd of office-goers, the regular pedestrians and tourists. Life around her seemed like a fast-paced Brownian movement of people. People were rushing around in their infinite quest for bettering … Continue reading →
Never Hour
FICTION What would ’never hour’ be? Point-zero like the non-existence of the self. Somewhere floating in space. I can’t recollect when I started thinking along these lines. Maybe the time when my father was sick and couldn’t move a muscle or was … Continue reading →
Punctuations in Life
FICTION I dragged the creaking drawer out, protesting, refusing to expose its contents. I gave it a couple of more tugs before it tore away and landed on the floor, scattering whatever it held in there. A small, dog-eared … Continue reading →
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Sarayu
FICTION She stood by the window. Her languid frame merging into the gossamer thin window curtains that seemed to shield her from the outside world. She shivered as a gentle breeze seeped in through the rusted window frames. She crossed … Continue reading →
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Awaiting Death
(Fiction) Stanley capped his pen and slowly put it away in the stand. His eyes scanned the ‘Will’ for one last time. Everything was in order. His sons would be taken care off. He had divided his estates equally … Continue reading →
The Red Umbrella
The incessant pitter-patter of the rain broke the stillness in the room. Rivulets of water cruised down the window panes steadily creating zigzag patterns. The glistening free drops clung to the glass refusing to join the rivulets, reflecting the glow … Continue reading →
Gangsta Confidential
This was the usual pattern of events and directions for him. It was the first time in eight months the target was a ‘female’. He never needed the answers or clarifications for his targets.
The Accused
Based on a true story of an accused here who spent 27 years in prison and was released after they found him innocent. Some law students working on the case unearthed it and helped solve the case. The original story has been changed… Continue reading →
Ruins That Saved Me
(Fictional story based on the communal riots a long time ago…) I was running as fast as I could. The palpitations of my heart resounding within my rib cage. Sweat trickled down my face. My oily hair was plastered on … Continue reading →
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The Solo Dancer
(A dancer and her last performance-Fiction) I looked wistfully at the ballerina shoes hanging on the wall. When was the last time I had it on my feet. The date and time were etched in my mind. As if I would … Continue reading →
Father’s Ashes
(One man’s journey with his father’s ashes …) The rocking of the train had lulled me to sleep. The grinding noise of the brakes roused me at night and my hands automatically reached out for my travel bag. I … Continue reading →
Regarding James
(A dispassionate peek into the life of James : Fiction) James sat down and stared at the wall. He noticed the nail on the wall made a point equidistant from the ends. He sat motionless, his mind a blank and … Continue reading →
The Last 10 Minutes
The copter veered first to the left and then to the right. A strange clanking noise followed by a small thud or was it a boom like a car back firing. Sergeant Nick Kendall couldn’t tell for sure. He … Continue reading →
The Rising
Nathan McNally stood at the door placing both his hands on the doorway and peering out into the unsolicited darkness that approached ever so slowly. He turned around, slammed the door with his foot and walked in slow tedious steps towards … Continue reading →
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Ghost of Chemannu House
Grandma carried the lamp in her frail hands to the courtyard. She placed it gently in front of the holy Basil plant. Bowing her hands and closing her eyes she whispered “Narayana! Narayana! Narayana!” She started to … Continue reading →
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Guns and Roses in Life
“Mark Atkins!” “Mark, attention boy; we are on the roll again!” The voice thundered and boomed in his head. The intonation of it was not lost on him. He woke up with a start and stared around him. … Continue reading →
Buried Memories
Buried Memories —– Stanley had been digging around his lawn for more than an hour. His landscaping project was turning out to be far bigger than he had envisioned. There was mud everywhere and an upturned garden lay in front … Continue reading →
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