Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

An Interview With My Favorite Author

It was nothing like what I had imagined. I found him rocking forward and backwards on his famous cane chair, a cigarette dangling between his parched lips. The ashtray on the table overflowed with snubbed butts. There were sheets of paper, scrunched into balls, discarded all over the place. I opened one, and read. It… Continue reading An Interview With My Favorite Author

FFfAW · Flash Fiction

Car Cemetery – FFfAW 178

'Grandpa, what are cars made of?' Al considered his grandson Ron's question. 'A lot of different stuff, dear. But, mostly steel.' 'What else?' 'Well, the newer car engines are made of aluminium alloy and the windows are made of glass. The tires are made of rubber and the consoles have a lot of plastics and… Continue reading Car Cemetery – FFfAW 178

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Options – Friday Fictioneers

Take any street, it's a microcosm of the entire world. You can find animals and trees, churches and sewers, saints and predators, happy and sad people, running fast, minding their own businesses, not really pausing and looking at others and their plights. So, I know you are not looking at me, eventhough you see me… Continue reading Options – Friday Fictioneers

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

Eventuality – Friday Fictioneers

Ria walked through the dilapidated house with a grace that belied her age. She paused by the ornate French windows and smiled ruefully. 'This place was designed by Angelo Del Vecchio. He billed by the minute, you know?' She stepped out to the garden overrun by nettles and weeds. 'I used to host tea parties… Continue reading Eventuality – Friday Fictioneers

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Varad’s Opinions – PEISKOS by Reema D’Souza

Book Name: Peiskos Author: Reema D'Souza Book Blurb: Peiskos is the feeling one gets when sitting in front of a fireplace enjoying its warmth. We remember pieces of life that seem ordinary but often bring along a sense of warmth. Here are 26 such pieces woven into stories around rare and beautiful words. Initial Thoughts: What… Continue reading Varad’s Opinions – PEISKOS by Reema D’Souza

Flash Fiction · Microprose · YeahWrite

Golden Record

‘Hello from the children of planet earth’ ‘Go Johnny go, go!’ ‘Ribbit!’ ‘beep beep beepidip beep…’ ‘Muah!’ ‘Hahaha!’ The record rotated at the prescribed speed of 3.6 seconds per rotation. They crowded around it, listening. One grunted, ‘They call themselves homo sapiens.’ His neighbour grunted back, ‘Sapience?’ ‘Sadly none!’

Fiction · Writephoto

The Prince and The Flautist – #Writephoto

The horizon glowed orange well after the sun had set. The small group of men, well three men and two boys, made steady progress away from the glow and into the night. One of the boys had his hands bound and he stuttered forward between the others, defeated but defiant. The other boy, who brought… Continue reading The Prince and The Flautist – #Writephoto

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Varad’s Opinions – Deal of Death by Sonia Chatterjee

When I started this blog, I never thought I'd be doing a book review. The reason for that being I never considered myself qualified enough to review others' works. Of course, I can give my opinions but as they say Opinions and Reviews are not the same. As a part of the Blogchatter eBook Carnival,… Continue reading Varad’s Opinions – Deal of Death by Sonia Chatterjee


The Hook Up

She saw him staring at her from her vantage position at the bar counter. She turned, made a nanosecond’s worth of eye contact, flashed a picosecond smile and went back to nursing her gin & tonic. She knew he’d come to her within the next three minutes. He sidled up to her in two. She… Continue reading The Hook Up

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

These Boots Are Not Made For Walking

She looks at her tattered boots - their soles kept in place by thumbtacks, the once crimson felt lining resembling the color of rotten flesh, the insoles smelling something putrid, the ruined zippers barely holding the boots around her wasted legs and the aluminium-foil tape wrapped over the toe caps. She knows that she looks… Continue reading These Boots Are Not Made For Walking



She trailed a lazy finger along the contours of his stubble covered chin, ‘Let me tell you a story…’ ‘You know, I didn’t allow you inside my quarters to listen to your stupid story.’ She shrugged her robe off and straddled him, ‘Oh, you better listen!’ He grabbed her hair and pulled her into a… Continue reading Fury

A to Z

43 Posts and a Conked Laptop – Reflections #AtoZChallenge

My wife, Namratha, was the one who introduced to me to the AtoZ challenge last year. It didn't matter then - I didn't even have a blog. But she did participate and completed it successfully. Somewhere during last year's AtoZ challenge, my blog was born. Wait, what? Yup! See, this was actually supposed to be… Continue reading 43 Posts and a Conked Laptop – Reflections #AtoZChallenge

A to Z · Fiction

Z is also for ZigZag (Malolan Chronicles #5.2) – #AtoZ2018

8:30 AM (18 hours to go) Singapore Casey Teo was agitated. The doctors were running a plethora of tests on her over her protests. The reedy night attendant had vanished with his laptop after ensuring she transferred the money promised to him online. Casey tried to find out about the extent of her injuries and… Continue reading Z is also for ZigZag (Malolan Chronicles #5.2) – #AtoZ2018

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Z is for Zugzwang (Malolan Chronicles #5.1) – #AtoZ2018

Please read Part1, Part2, Part3 and Part4 before reading any further September 3, 1972 USP Atlanta ‘Oh, Delgatto! Dr. Gottleib’s here,’ Lab-coat opened the cell door and sauntered in. Alarm bells started ringing in his head as he found Delgatto unconscious, lying face down, in a puddle of his own blood and vomit. ‘Guards, guards!’… Continue reading Z is for Zugzwang (Malolan Chronicles #5.1) – #AtoZ2018

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Y is for stories of Yesterday (Malolan Chronicles #4) – #AtoZ2018

Please read Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 April 6, 1972 USP Atlanta, Georgia, USA The thin, frail inmate housed in Cell 370 of the United States Penitentiary Atlanta looked at the sun through the tiny window and licked his lips. He pulled himself to a seated position with considerable effort. His nerves jangled… Continue reading Y is for stories of Yesterday (Malolan Chronicles #4) – #AtoZ2018

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X is for Project Xenia(Malolan Chronicles #3) – #AtoZ2018

Please read Part 1 and Part 2 September 2, 2017 10:30 PM The case was out of Malolan’s hands within five hours of the discovery of Nikhil Taneja’s corpse. Media was ablaze with the news once they knew who Taneja was and how he had died. Sudhakar could no longer keep Prabhu’s death under wraps… Continue reading X is for Project Xenia(Malolan Chronicles #3) – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Fiction

W is for the Witch (Malolan Chronicles #2) – #AtoZ2018

Read Part 1 here September 1, 2017 Malolan pored over the huge mound of paperwork that lay scattered on his bedroom floor. He usually had a strict ‘No carrying work home’ policy, but exceptions had to be made. Three days back, he’d been presented with a case that merited breaking all his policies. Malolan’s rotund… Continue reading W is for the Witch (Malolan Chronicles #2) – #AtoZ2018

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V is for the Video (Malolan Chronicles #1) – #AtoZ2018

June 26, 1973 Koshy Varghese yawned and stretched. His mind was feeling numb after watching three movies back to back. He looked to his side and saw his colleagues were in a similar state of torpor. They had one more movie to watch before they could call it a day. ‘I cannot sit for one… Continue reading V is for the Video (Malolan Chronicles #1) – #AtoZ2018