Category: Fiction

Howl

The bush crackled. The sharp retorts were subdued by the occasional grumbling that emanated from the dark clouds that veiled the nocturnal canopy. The rain was coming. The earth waited with bated breath to get that sublime touch. Occasionally the night orb peeped out of its brief respite as the passing clouds went on to Read More …

Snail Mail

i. Tapas was conceived in the year post offices downsized their workforce by half and their efficiency almost entirely, and most of the old workers who got up in the morning and dusted their heads and brushed their moustache and wore the semi khaki uniforms that identified them as postal workers, were handed over a Read More …

Saga

“Do you know the meaning of your name?” Lipika asked. “I don’t know what it actually means but Ma christened me with a quite exotic name. Isn’t it?” sassed Saga with a glimpse of tears in her eyes. But the question today somehow sounded a bit jarring to her. She while coming back home intruded Read More …

Azazel’s Child

Since time immemorial, I have been poppy, although my real name was Pophyria. Papie had named me so in a fantasy of his, following the name of some character in some famous poet’s work. But the rest of my family never really understood the use of such a fancy name for a girl of my Read More …

Murder by Moonlight

“Full Moon Killer strikes again!” Jonathan Bates shook his head sadly, and clicked on the link for more information. A serial killer was the most exciting thing to happen in his town, and the townsfolk were following the story with a morbidly insatiable curiosity. This month, the wrong-place- wrong-time sucker was Eddie West. A 28 Read More …

Reality

“Well sir, you’re dressed and brushed, ready for school,” said Tim, who sat rocking his chair and sipping a cup of coffee, in front of a mirror that reflected a wall where a number of photographs were hoisted contrasting to himself.  Tim liked putting up his own photographs for he believed it helped him to Read More …

Freud

Freud woke up from his siesta. He arched his back and let out a sigh. Relief coursed through his veins. He got up and came out of the bed. Looking back he saw his bareback partner sleeping peacefully. He smirked. He liked scoring chicks. He liked the smell of their pheromones, the way everybody seemed Read More …

Smack’d

If I asked you, when did you last feel most vulnerable, your last Thai massage session or the last time you lay bare on the second date night itself would probably hit you instantly. Makes sense. What sure does not, is the last time I felt so was when I stood in front of the Read More …