Short Stories

In finest of gold with diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires glittering and sparkling, I was the epitome of power. For

The large oak door was open, allowing the winter chill to seep into the house. Where was the butler? “This

After a tiring photoshoot that extended for more than fourteen hours, Geet flopped into the chair not minding the chaos

Hello Artoons, Seeing a few comments about editing stories one has written, I thought I’d share my newly acquired experiences

Three-year-olds don’t want to go to school. I wasn’t an exception. After months of unsuccessful attempts to make me stay

Alyssa tiptoed down the stairs. Her parents were asleep in the adjacent room. A dim light above the fireplace glowed

Needles pricked my arm. Head pounded like crazy. Parched mouth heavy with cigarette taste, it took effort to crack open

The magic of the Visupada* (autumnal equinox) was in the air. Trees danced in the breeze, birds chirped from their

We have new writers joining the room every day- each of them in different stages of writing. We have poets

The stink of death was unmistakable. It surrounded him, crawling through his nostrils to block his windpipe. As he got