Tag: fiction
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the cursed lady (short story)
That afternoon she asked him, ‘Do you remember the cursed lady?’ It was the type of question she asked him randomly. An idea or memory that suddenly came in passing, probably triggered by something or someone. Her voice was animated. The one she unconsciously used when she was excited about something.
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Wait Until The Sun Rises (Short Story)
The only house rule was to be back before sunset and never to step outside until the sun rises again, and Jake couldn’t even follow.
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Ants Bring Rain (Short Story)
Ants crawling on the wall meant rain is coming soon. Sarah always mentioned this to Naila. ‘It is how nature works,’ she would say, but then she would ask Naila to spray insecticide as soon as she sees an army of them marching on their walls. ‘I don’t like ants,’ she would say. ‘Their bites […]
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House of Shadows (Short Story)
The window was like a massive painting of a tulip armory in pink and yellow helmets facing their three commanders – windmills made tiny by the distance. The sky blue melted into grey, tinted by tangerine. This eight-bedroom country house inn made of 1900s red bricks oddly stood amidst the vast meadow of endless green, dotted […]
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La Ultima Noche (Short Story)
If they all arrive at the library on time, I could leave swiftly as agreed with Colonel Martinez. My family and I could move away into a safe place. Nobody would know me, and we can start a new life. It is half-past nine now, and I can see them all from where I stand, […]
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To The Edge: Point of No Return (Short Story)
When you board the train bound to The Edge, that means you are on your way to the ends of the Earth with very little to no chance of going back to where you came from. That means you signed up for a sort of exile or banishment or death. No one ever has come […]
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Finally Free (Short Story)
After seventeen years, Cecilia’s hair was finally cut for the first time. She took the scissors and indulged in cutting her long thick, jet-black hair that extends to her waist. Chunks of hair strands went through the scissors’ blade and fell off one after the other. She didn’t care about the style or whether the […]
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Malediven Express
~ A short story ~ Bound to Javahiru Rah, Malediven Express left Male’ at exactly nine on a Saturday morning of November. A thin silver line hemmed the cloudless neon-blue sky and the lazy deep blue. Frothy waves ebbed and flowed as the speedboat slammed the perfectly idle sea. Nature-trimmed palm and banyan trees on […]
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