Short Stories

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

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

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

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

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

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

The dark never bothered her; neither did the shrill wails, rattles, and shadows. Kiva spent most of her life living

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

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