Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Today is the day I’m never going to forget for the rest of my life, as it marks the beginning of ‘life’ itself. Today is the day when I finally decided to stop dying every day
The couple seemed happily married and the woman was pregnant. She looked on. It was a happy family. Oh, she hated happy families!
An isolated journey on the darkest path is what she has opted for. She’s a hero indeed: a one-woman-army fighting for justice, fighting for us.
I turned around and saw HER. Juliet. She was fair, very fair, with golden curly hair that reached below her shoulders. She had deep blue eyes that twinkled, and pink lips that glistened
“I’ve every right to wear short clothes, and I’ve every right to have sex with whoever I want! It’s my life, my body, my vagina! But when someone forces it on me, it’s a crime!”
Story of the Month May’13: I woke up to the voice of my mother calling my name and her warm hand gently caressing my forehead. I felt no pain at that time, only I knew I was draped in bandages
Editor’s Choice: I was fed up of being a prostitute. I didn’t want such a life. I couldn’t, anymore, have a guest in my room every night, touching me in places which every woman has the right to guard.
