Tag: #shortstory
The life that wasn’t
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“What do you want? Don’t I provide you with enough? From that dingy one-room flat, you are living in this lavish villa. Jewellery, money, dress – you have...
The Boy Who Died With A Smile
I was hanging on the wall of the courtroom, precisely in the same position, since the first day of the year. The clerks had been kind enough to put me up at...
When Cupid Strikes
Neha unlocked her phone for the 100th time and sighed. Waiting for a delayed flight is one boring job. And the Facebook was proving to be the perfect nuisance by spamming her...
The Broken Spirit
house was grieving it’s inmates, who abandoned it. Its spirit was broken not the bricks.