Tag: #shortstories

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.

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!”…


Location:The Zenana gardens of Rajgarh palace, in the year 1970 It is 3 am, my favourite time of the night. A time, when people are in deep sleep, with their guards down. I like to look in on them…little sheep, ripe for slaughter. I…

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.” ********           ********…

Where angels fear to tread…

Sanju opened her eyes and groaned. They had finally moved in to the broken-down haveli, and last night, the whole family had gathered for a feast. How much of her grandmother’s tharra had she had? She felt like one of her buffaloes had stomped…

An unexpected treasure

It has been a long and tiring day. I drag myself up the two floors to my one bedroom room house in Police Quarters. I hate going up and down these narrow stairs, stained with paan. But, I know that I’m lucky to have…

Frankly Speaking

By Kimaya Kolhe


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