Short Stories

The trees, thorny bushes, rocks, and streams looked artistic scattered all over the place. Fruits were in abundance, so were

The room spun around me. Was there a part of me that wasn’t bruised, cut, or abused? Blood trickled into

A faint glow from the embers in the fireplace neither gave her warmth nor light. Emily could stay in her

The chaos on the dark streets made Francesca curious. She peeked through the smudgy window in her room from the

“Come in, Amara.” He gestured for me to step inside. The man did not look like a servant, but he

“Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.”   P.S: Don’t tell your twin.   It was Ryan’s favourite place. Colourful balloons

The sunny morning was a welcome respite after the cyclone rains. The roads were clear, almost. “Hiya! How are those

The smell of burnt rubber hung in the air. Sasha winced as a ten month old let out a wail