Tag: #shortstories

Tell me no lies!

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 them into the warm sand. I took a deep breath, eager to fill my…

Like a lamb to the slaughter…

This story was written in response to a prompt, “ You find an alien object in your garden” for #StoryAWeek on the WriMo India group.   Like a lamb to the slaughter… A short story by Apeksha Rao They were looking for her. She could…

For the moon to shine…

“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 her berry smoothie. “Look at the sky, Ami. What do you see?” Ami made…

Walk into my parlour…

This 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…

Joy

I wrote this story in response to a prompt by an amazing writer called Vinay. He asked me to weave a story around the following sentence, “The beggar sat opposite the temple, and watched, as she came to offer her prayers. “ So, here…

If wishes were horses…

This is a very special post for me. Zainab tagged me for a blog hop called #mondaymommymoments, hosted by Deepa and Amrita. The topic was “5 wishes and hopes for your children” I asked them if I could write a short story based on…

The point of no return

2 pm,Location: A popular gym in Bandra, during Women’s hour. The walls of the gym resonated with raucous laughter. Women chatted loudly, as they huffed and puffed their weight off. They took selfies, exchanged recipes and gossiped about the trainers. All except one woman,…

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