The Scream of a Deaf Girl (Short Story)

The wind never talked to me but she used to always tickle my stomach while I’d laugh like a maniac when I was a little kid. Sure, I had never heard her but she was my best friend. I think we both understood each other way better than most people would. They never heard me […]

Under the Crimson Moon

“So, why do you work here?” She hung her head & stared hard at the plate, with the burger sitting still upon it. He followed her gaze & realised that she hasn’t even touched her food yet. How long have we been talking, he wondered. “I had no other option” she broke the silence in […]

My Umbrella

A very short story about religion, hate & differences ft. one of my favorite blogs.

My Secret Superpower

It was another normal day at school for a 4 year old. Suddenly she felt the urge to get out of the classroom for an ordinary stroll in the hallway. The little girl often found solace in being alone. So, she took the teachers permission to go to the bathroom. A minute later she was […]

The Golden Swing

She was very young when her mother left her. Her father was a very busy man, after all the job of being a Nawaab essentially involved many things from taking care of myriad of wives that come with their own set of children. Administration work kept him away as well. So, as the tradition goes […]

Shapely Shadows

I fiddled with them for quite some time. But something was wrong with the key hole. The keys just don’t seem to get along with it tonight. I dragged my feet to the bathroom, exhausted after the days work. The leftover pizza from last night was my only dinner. Leftover, the word stayed with me […]

The bliss behind loneliness

For the most part, the walls didn’t close in on me. But the dancing shadows on the ceiling did become my only pals. At times my breath wasn’t enough to keep me alive. My mind almost gave up yet this blood pumping device inside my body helped me through. A soft tap, tap, tap like […]

#2 The story of a thorn

Every thorn has a story, That no one wants to hear. But he was more than eager, To get even a glimpse of it. He was willing to prick, His finger over and over again. He would bleed for her, Till death came by her hands. She was by no means, Moved initially. But his […]