A to Z · Fiction

T is for The Troubles of Time Travel – #AtoZ2018

‘Tell me about time travel,’ Martin sipped his cognac. ‘What do you want to know?’ Lyndon placed his brandy balloon on the mahogany table. He stuffed some tobacco into his pipe and used a tamper to press it down. ‘Everything! Starting with, is time travel possible?’ Lyndon struck a match and moved it in languid… Continue reading T is for The Troubles of Time Travel – #AtoZ2018

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A to Z · Fiction

S is for Surprise – #AtoZ2018

'Psst, Leo. Did you hear? Mona is coming back for good,' Nosy little Betty sidled up to Leonardo, carefully sidestepping the little balls and broken pieces of toys strewn all over the floor. He didn’t respond immediately, instead, he looked over towards Don who was whittling away on another piece of wood. 'Should be nice.… Continue reading S is for Surprise – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Fiction

R is for Repairing Cushions – #AtoZ2018

‘Dad! What is repair cushions?’ Sharath’s six year old son Mihir had a puzzled look on his face. ‘What cushions?’ Sharath was busy working on a costing spreadsheet and didn’t pay much attention to his son. ‘Repair cushions, Dad! Anita told me about it.’ Anita was Mihir’s twelve year old elder sister who, like any… Continue reading R is for Repairing Cushions – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Fiction

Q is for Que Sera Sera – #AtoZ2018

Ana Maria looked forlornly into the Calle 8 that was bustling with activity. There were always people coming in and going out of the numerous auto parts shops on the road. Only half of them came for auto parts. Duvan used to say that one can buy anything from groceries to narcotics from these cleverly… Continue reading Q is for Que Sera Sera – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Fiction

P is for Perfection – #AtoZ2018

Sayan Bhattacharya frowned. He had a queasy feeling inside. Whether it was because of the eight cups of cha he’d consumed in the past hour or because of the case reports he was studying, he couldn’t tell. But one thing was clear. He’d never felt this uncomfortable in his career spanning fifteen years as an… Continue reading P is for Perfection – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Fiction · Flash Fiction

O is for Once More – #AtoZ2018

I trudge along the muddy path carrying my beloved’s corpse. The inky starless sky reflects my mind perfectly. There’s a storm blowing inside me. I stumble on the uneven ground and almost drop her, but I land hard on my right knee instead to prevent that from happening. I let out a howl of pain… Continue reading O is for Once More – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Fiction

N is for Night Ghoul – #AtoZ2018

It was just after midnight. He stood atop the tallest skyscraper in the city - his usual spot and a vantage point. He sniffed the night’s air and tasted the intoxicating mixture of happiness, pleasure, lust, fear, sweat, piss, danger and blood in it. Every night, he stood there and waited. Waited for a sudden… Continue reading N is for Night Ghoul – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Fiction

M is for Mariposa – #AtoZ2018

‘My marriage is over, you piece of shit!’ Sarika flung the expensive Waterord crystal ashtray towards Alex. ‘And you are the reason for it.’ Alex had dodged the crystalline projectile with ease and looked at Sarika. ‘Calm down, Mi amor! I know you are in shock and disbelief. Pero, would it hurt to sit down… Continue reading M is for Mariposa – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Fiction · Flash Fiction

K is for Komberi Mookan – #AtoZ2018

‘Alright children, we are going to learn multiplication tables today,’ Lakshmi closed her book and turned towards her class, ‘If I have three boxes containing three mangoes each, how many mangoes do I have in total?’ After explaining the concept of multiplication, she set her class to work on the table of 3. A gentle… Continue reading K is for Komberi Mookan – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Fiction

J is for Journey – #AtoZ2018

The birds started chirping, announcing the impending arrival of dawn. Raghu walked along the lush green fields, shivering pleasantly in the early morning chill. He reached the river-bank and sat down. The first rays of the day lit the gently flowing water with a golden hue. These were exactly what Raghu missed in his life… Continue reading J is for Journey – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Fiction · Flash Fiction

I is for Innocence – #AtoZ2018

Park Joo-Won closed the book he was reading and smiled wanly at his sister Park Ji-Woo. His eyes were half-closed as he sat under a King Cherry tree enjoying the mild breeze sifting through its branches. Joo-Won had suggested coming to the dilapidated park in Kanggye, the capital of Chagang province of North Korea. Joo-Won… Continue reading I is for Innocence – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Fiction

H is for Help – #AtoZ2018

‘Hello!’ ‘Suicide Helpline, this is Mike. How can I help you?’ ‘You cannot help me, Mike!’ ‘Ma’am, please tell me your name.’ ‘Shut up and listen, Mike! I have only fifteen minutes.’ ‘Ma’am, please let me know your location. I’ll send one of our grief counsellors right there.’ She snorted, ‘I knew this was a… Continue reading H is for Help – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Flash Fiction

G is for Ghost – #AtoZ2018

Her high heels make a rhythmic clickety-clack sound, which increases in tempo as she picks up pace. I love that sound her heels make. It’s like heartbeat… clickety-clack….thump-thump… Ok! I’m not a despo! Please get that into your heads. If you cannot enjoy the different forms of music, well, I can’t help you! The road… Continue reading G is for Ghost – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Flash Fiction

F is for Finish – #AtoZ2018

‘As both the accused are under eighteen years of age, this court is bound by the Juvenile Justice Act of 2015 and will recommend a specially convened Juvenile Justice board including leading Psychologists, Sociologists, Criminologists and social workers to determine whether the aforementioned accused be tried under the Indian Penal Code as adults.’ The Honorable… Continue reading F is for Finish – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Flash Fiction

C is for Con Artist – #AtoZ2018

I've been overwhelmed by the support from the blogging community so far in the AtoZ Blogging Challenge. Thank you all very much 🙂 A quick note: This story contains some explicit material. If you are not comfortable with reading Adult content, please do not proceed beyond this point. Cheers 🙂    She trembled as his… Continue reading C is for Con Artist – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Flash Fiction

A is for Absent Minded – #AtoZ2018

‘I don’t remember, Inspector.’ He cupped his forehead with his hands in frustration, ‘She always called me absent-minded.’ Inspector Kay shrugged, ‘I see it simple. You injected your wife with an overdose of insulin. She died.’ ‘But, she needed intravenous insulin therapy,’ He protested. ‘Type-2 diabetes. I begged her to reduce her weight. We regularly… Continue reading A is for Absent Minded – #AtoZ2018

A to Z · Flash Fiction

Theme Reveal – A To Z Challenge 2018

I came to know about the annual A to Z blogging channel from my wife, who participated and successfully completed it last year. At that time, I didn't even have this blog (which, btw, I started only to like and comment on her posts.) Somewhere along the way, I started writing too and, this year,… Continue reading Theme Reveal – A To Z Challenge 2018

Microprose · YeahWrite

The Boy

‘Daddy, that boy keeps coming back,’ my six-year-old was grumpy. ‘Why don’t you let him play with you?’ ‘He stinks, Daddy. Like a fish tank.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah! There he is.’ I looked at him and started screaming. I shouldn’t have pushed him into the lake all those years ago.

FFfAW · Flash Fiction

The Perfect Gift

‘What you doing?’ ‘Making a birthday day gift for Kara.’ ‘Making?’ ‘Yeah! I wanted to make something instead of buying off the shelf.’ ‘Very romantic, and unique. What are you making then?’ ‘I’m penning a poem.’ ‘Ah! Creative.’ ‘Keep the sarcasm to yourself, mate. I’m writing a miniature poem.’ ‘Even better! A small poem. Wouldn’t… Continue reading The Perfect Gift

Flash Fiction

The Scene

‘Let’s go over the sequence once more.’ Aman Khan, Bollywood’s biggest superstar, was onto his fifth cigarette of the day. ‘Sure, sir.’ The director pointed at the ruined carcass of the plane, ‘You’ll be on the top, Sir. Ma’am will come running from that direction.’ ‘Cool yaar!’ Aman stubbed his cigarette. ‘Where’s Shriya?’ ‘Ma’am is… Continue reading The Scene

FFfAW · Flash Fiction

Water

Muthu considered the reports and the accompanying photographs. ‘Let’s do a sample dig immediately.’ ‘Muthu, will we have any luck this time?’ Sannasi, the village elder, voiced the question that was choking in everyone else’s throats. ‘Hopefully, ayya!’ Muthu picked his mobile phone and made arrangements for the sample dig. ‘I’m feeling positive.’ Sannasi smiled… Continue reading Water

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

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

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

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

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

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

#MicroMondays · MicroFiction

Covfefe – #MicroMondays 11

They said the ozone layer deteriorated so fast that Antarctica melted in a year. Australia went down under. There are people on streets with skin cancer. My daughter, the old cow, placed the blame for everything squarely on my decisions regarding climate change. Then I started thinking about the butterfly effect. I shrug! As usual,… Continue reading Covfefe – #MicroMondays 11

#MicroMondays · MicroFiction

#MicroMondays – 11

Hi there, Welcome back to yet another edition of #MicroMondays. For the 11th edition, we have the prompt from Stephen King's 11.22.63 THEN I STARTED THINKING ABOUT THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT The magic number for this week is 62. Your 62 word story must use the above prompt VERBATIM. Tag your post titles with #MicroMondays Tweet your posts… Continue reading #MicroMondays – 11

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

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

#MyMojo · Guest Post · Non Fiction · WordSante

A tryst with Bagore ki Haveli in Udaipur – Guest Post by ShalzMojo

I have some of the fondest travel memories from the state of Rajasthan; or maybe I am just biased as that’s my hometown 😉 Over the past decade, I have pursued many of its delightful destinations and discovered some amazing sights and experiences which have stayed with me still. One such was the cultural performance… Continue reading A tryst with Bagore ki Haveli in Udaipur – Guest Post by ShalzMojo

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

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

#MyMojo · Non Fiction · WordSante

Runaanubandha – Guest Post by Shilpa Gupte

There is a word in the Marathi language - 'Runaanubandha', which roughly means  bound by love for an eternity. Perhaps, something like Dr. Brian Weiss' book, 'Only Love is Real', about soul mates who have shared lifetimes together. Each one of us is bound by love with  many people. But, it's only with a certain… Continue reading Runaanubandha – Guest Post by Shilpa Gupte