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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

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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

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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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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

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Epicharikaky – Friday Fictioneers

Hey grass! Ever felt jealous of the tree towering over your insignificance? Felt hopelessly despondent that you couldn’t do anything about it? You have? Perfect! Now you know how I feel. It’s very easy to get trampled on, right? Oh well, at least I can drink my sorrows away. Hey grass, it’s me again. Did… Continue reading Epicharikaky – Friday Fictioneers

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Mistaken Identity – Friday Fictioneers

‘Ironic isn’t it?’ Mal spat. ‘You, an entomologist, killed by a spider.’ Her husband, Godfrey, lay thrashing at her feet - eyes scrunched shut and foam trickling from his babbling lips. ‘Phoneutria fera - Brazilian Wandering Spider. Did you recognize it as it bit you?’ She turned and picked her bag. ‘I’ll let you be.… Continue reading Mistaken Identity – Friday Fictioneers

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Herman Baxter’s Masterpiece – Friday Fictioneers

‘Looks like a city of weaver bird nests…’ ‘I’ll call this The Giantesses’ Pantyhoses…’ The art critiques milled about, muttering and wondering what Herman Baxter had come up with this time. His last few pieces had been summarily rejected by the contemporary art community. Herman took the stage. ‘Friends, welcome. This is my masterpiece.’ The… Continue reading Herman Baxter’s Masterpiece – Friday Fictioneers

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Everest – Friday Fictioneers

‘How much for the cap?’ ‘300 rupees, madam. You climbing Everest?’ ‘Naah! Just trekking to basecamp. My husband will be attempting to summit Everest.’ ‘Nice. Your husband very brave. Which party he go with?’ ‘Wild Summit.’ ‘Very nice. My uncle, Apa Sherpa, going with Wild Summit. He help your husband. I go Everest from next… Continue reading Everest – Friday Fictioneers

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Romantic – Friday Fictioneers

‘What’s that?’ ‘That’s the sigil of House Flormont. Actually, their history is very interesting.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah! The Lady Marguerite of House Flormont once hosted a great tourney to find herself a suitor. They called her ‘Wildflower’ because she was as wild as she was beautiful. Many a suitor vied for her hand, only for her… Continue reading Romantic – Friday Fictioneers

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The Thermos – Friday Fictioneers

pic credit: Dale Rogerson ‘Thanks for meeting me,’ She tugged at the lapels of her thick woolen coat with nervous fingers. ‘What do you want now?’ His words were colder than the wind. ‘Here, I’ve got something for you.’ She showed him the object in her right hand. ‘Oh God! Your bloody thermos again? What’s… Continue reading The Thermos – Friday Fictioneers

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She doesn’t need a loo! – Friday Fictioneers

‘Papa, now?’ ‘Ten more minutes, honeycomb.’ ‘But, I need to go!’ ‘Try holding it in, muffin.’ My eight-year-old hopped around, holding her butt, face red as a beet. I would have laughed, but we couldn’t afford things like laughter in these desperate times. ‘Papa, please?’ ‘Five more minutes, sweetie. Your mom is still out and… Continue reading She doesn’t need a loo! – Friday Fictioneers

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Cleaning up my closet – Friday Fictioneers

‘Luisa! Do you have a pair of gloves I could borrow? It’s a bit nippy outside.’ ‘Sure. Just check in the closet.’ ‘Whoa!’ Mark blanched. ‘What exactly do you have in your closet.’ ‘Oh! Just stuff which I don’t have any use for.’ ‘Babe, your closet reeks something evil. Should I get rid of some… Continue reading Cleaning up my closet – Friday Fictioneers

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Crab Man, Superhero! – Friday Fictioneers

Well, it's yet another week and yet another edition of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I've been a bit under the weather over the past week and have not been able to come near the blogosphere much. I'd like to thank everyone who had commented on my last week's story. I apologize… Continue reading Crab Man, Superhero! – Friday Fictioneers

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I’ll be there for you – Friday Fictioneers

‘Dude, tell me about this girl you like.’ Pete sighed, ‘Man! Her name is Rachel.’ ‘Sigh, egh? Pretty?’ ‘So gorgeous, that I wanna cry.’ ‘Intense bro. What does this Rachel do?’ ‘She works in a big-ass store, man. Dunno which.’ ‘She interested in you?’ ‘Dunno, man! There’s this other guy in the scene.’ ‘They serious?’… Continue reading I’ll be there for you – Friday Fictioneers

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Duck! – Friday Fictioneers

General Donald ‘Duck’ Trumpet looked at the Genie hovering before him. ‘You have two wishes. Use them wisely.’ ‘Make me color- blind.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Yes! I would be able to see through the camouflages in the battlefield.’ ‘Granted!’ Duck’s wife cursed him on hearing his story. ‘You idiot! You should asked to become the… Continue reading Duck! – Friday Fictioneers

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Right Angles – Friday Fictioneers

‘Ain’t that great?’ ‘Indeed, Mr. Kapadia.’ ‘A veritable masterpiece.’ Nitin, the photographer, beamed with pride. His photograph of the wasteland near Mr. Kapadia’s chemical factory was being showered with praise by the great man himself. ‘The colors, the waterfront… wah! This photo should go on our promotional materials and ad campaigns immediately. Let those bird-brains… Continue reading Right Angles – Friday Fictioneers

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Possessed – Friday Fictioneers

The kodangi jerked violently. The village people fell silent in obeisance and fear. “This girl has been possessed by a violent spirit. Nail her to the ghost tree, else the spirit will kill the girl. I have spoken.” The kodangi shuddered and with a howl, fainted theatrically. They dragged the screaming girl to the ancient… Continue reading Possessed – Friday Fictioneers

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Mynah Inconvenience – Friday Fictioneers

“Ned! Can you see me buddy?…” A rather large and reddish nose filled my iPhone display. “Dad, move the cellphone away from your face.” “Oh! Heh heh! I’m rather poor with these technology thingamajigs…” “This better be important. I have a meeting in five minutes.” “Look who came to visit today.” He thrust a rather… Continue reading Mynah Inconvenience – Friday Fictioneers

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High Hopes! – Friday Fictioneers

Alex smiled at the full moon. She spread a fine batik-print table cloth and laid down her finest cutlery on the table. A delightful aroma came wafting from inside the moored ferry. Her Shrimp Pad-Thai was ready. She poured herself a glass of red and sat down with the papers she had to grade. Dinner… Continue reading High Hopes! – Friday Fictioneers

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United We Stand – Friday Fictioneers

The employees united vociferously against the evil management, fighting for their just cause. The police, paid by the management, used water cannons to disperse the throng in mutiny. With chests jutting forward in proud defiance, the employees made the hose-wielding men shrink. “Cut”, screamed the director. “Good job, everyone. Let’s finish with the song shoot.”… Continue reading United We Stand – Friday Fictioneers

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Heart Shaped Holes – Friday Fictioneers

“The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes…” Sheila hummed as she prepared breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen. Orange Juice and Oatmeal were ready, as were an assortment of cut fruits. She cut little heart-shaped holes in the bread and placed them… Continue reading Heart Shaped Holes – Friday Fictioneers

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Profit – Friday Fictioneers

The SUV trundled along the sun-baked mud road. A man in a three piece suit puffed his cigar, oblivious to his companions’ discomfort. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a silk handkerchief. “So, how far are we from the site?” He glanced at the landscape outside filled with shrubs. “Few more miles, just… Continue reading Profit – Friday Fictioneers

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Grace – Friday Fictioneers

In a different lifetime, he was called Alastair Farquharson. This dilapidated castle was his home then. The secret passage in the walls was the escape route from his stifling life as a royalty. It led to the nearby village and to his beloved – Anice. His father didn’t approve of his love for a peasant’s… Continue reading Grace – Friday Fictioneers

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After Dark – Friday Fictioneers

“Ever made love in open spaces?” He asked her with a sly wink. “No!” Her face turned a furious shade of red. “Do you wanna?” He pitched the tent and fastened the chords. The birds screeched in cacophony as the sun prepared to hide behind the mountains. “Beautiful place, this”, she lay down on damp… Continue reading After Dark – Friday Fictioneers

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As You Sow… Friday Fictioneers

“Amma*, I’m only going to America, not to Moon or Mars”, a cantankerous Ram addressed his mother. “Ram, I’ll feel very lonely here kanna†”, his mother was on the verge of tears. “Your father passed away last year and now you are leaving me.” “Appa‡ was selfish. He drank away to his early grave”, Ram… Continue reading As You Sow… Friday Fictioneers

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Superstitions – Friday Fictioneers

The huge monolith at the edge of the village became the epicenter of festivities overnight. Always ready to believe in the extraordinary, the villagers lapped up the story of a family of cobras taking residence in the holes of the rock. They lined up for miles, eager to offer the Nagadevathas* milk and eggs. Chinna,… Continue reading Superstitions – Friday Fictioneers

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Moving In – Friday Fictioneers

"Helloooo..." Kumudha winced at the syrupy voice that came floating in through the door. A rather obese woman came inside, panting heavily. "You must be Mrs. Kumar. I'm Mrs. Shrivastava, your neighbor and the secretary of this society. Welcome, welcome." Kumudha nodded mutely. "Oh, you haven't unpacked yet? If you need any help, let me… Continue reading Moving In – Friday Fictioneers

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The Loop – Friday Fictioneers

If you are interested in reading an extended version of this story, please head over here. Thursday, 8:02 AM Daksh finished his swim and started toweling. Whistling, he gelled and slicked his damp hair to a spike. He felt a lump on his head but ignored it. He winked at his reflection in the mirror.… Continue reading The Loop – Friday Fictioneers

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Misstep – Friday Fictioneers

On a silent lane in Tel Aviv, two men sat silently inside a parked car. The dashboard clock displayed 16:28 Benjamin lit a cigarette and started to roll down the window when a stern look from Yossi stopped him. Those were not their real names. Cigarette fumes filled the car’s interior. Yossi sent a short… Continue reading Misstep – Friday Fictioneers

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Not Now – Friday Fictioneers

Genre: Memoir After a grueling 8 hour walk, I reached the hanging village of Jhaka. A trekking novice, I’d trailed my group by almost an hour. After lunch, I stepped out for a smoke. My system craved for its shot of nicotine. As I was about to light up, the owner of the house, George… Continue reading Not Now – Friday Fictioneers

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Worth Nothing – #Friday Fictioneers

Image credit: Claire Sheldon Mrs. W.D.Delemas was a meticulous old woman. Her tiny table in the corner of our office was immaculate. Pens and pencils were stacked neatly in a cup. If you needed an eraser or a marker, she was the one you asked. She maintained our expense bills and she was absolutely honest.… Continue reading Worth Nothing – #Friday Fictioneers

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Friday Fictioneers – Cravings

“How far is it?” My wife whined. “Not too long, my love”, I glanced nervously at the map on my mobile. “Well, this sucks. Street after street of the same old shit.” I didn’t take her bait. “I hate this street”; we passed by the Royal Palace without giving it a glimpse. “I hate this… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers – Cravings