Tag: #amwriting

And then there were four….

Retd. Col. Baldev Singh paced up and down the hall. Periodically, he would take out a neatly folded handkerchief and mop his brow. These girls were the reason he was so dependent on antacids, he thought, rubbing his chest. “No sense of time. They…

If I could receive one gift…

Mrs Fonseca was going to nurse this little grudge until the day she died. And the cranky old crone would probably outlive me by a hundred years. Which brings me back to my original feeling, that this moment was going to come back and bite me in the butt.

It’s not that time of the year without… (A Halloween short story)

it’s not that time of the year without the usual nightmares. I’ll be fine throughout the year, but when October rolls around, I wake up at 2 am, screaming, bathed in sweat, fists clenched tight.

When it rains…

A rainy day is really made for women to express their grief.  When it rains, you can walk in the rain with tears running down your face. With your hair sopping wet and hanging down your head like rats’ tails, no one can tell…

Tell me no lies! (A short story)

I wrote this short story for #StoryAWeek, conducted by the Wrimo India group.   I dug my toes into the sand and sighed. The sand still retained some of the day’s heat, and the tightness in my feet slipped away slowly, as I pressed…

Like a lamb to the slaughter…(A short story)

This short story was written in response to a prompt, “ You find an alien object in your garden” for #StoryAWeek on the WriMo India group.   They were looking for her. She could hear their voices, calling out to her. “Sania!” “Come out, Sania!”…

How it all began…

                                        A Ding dong bell excerpt His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. “You have no idea who I am, do…

For the moon to shine…

This short story was a part of #StoryAWeek, conducted by the Wrimo India group. “Hello? Earth to Piya!” Piya Mehra turned to grin at her best friend, Ami. “What are you thinking? You looked a million miles away,” said Ami, with a slurp of…

Walk into my parlour…

This paranormal story is based on a prompt given by The Frangipani Creative for #WritingWednesday. The prompt was as follows, ”On the first day of school, two best friends discover a frightening secret about one of their teachers.” ********           ********…

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By Kimaya Kolhe


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