Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Deloret Imnidian is a hikikomori, who lives in his own fictitious world, where illusion is the only reality. He is a mysterious man, always engulfed in this strange dimension of projection screen. He is also a man from Twilight Zone.
A petty little barbarian, a faithful employee, a decomposed damsel, a gloomy Santa Claus, a blind beggar and the Lantern princess entered a bar to drink something.
Editor’s Choice:For me, travelling in train is an obscenely sacred ritual. It is the closest thing to coitus one can experience; it is painful, discomforting, but we enjoy it nonetheless.
Listen to me carefully, it’s interesting. Between 7th and 8th floor, there is another floor; 7½th floor.Does this so called 7½th floor really exist or is it just an illusion?
Don’t be alarmed by the word ‘serial killer’. You must be thinking of me as a psychotic murderer,But I see myself as a wizard, like Harry Potter, living among muggles.
What I saw merely condescended to logic; I saw a beautiful flower, blossoming amongst the weeds. The howling became louder and sharper, that of flower.
Eric Malkovich had evolved into mannequin. His skin was smooth and bright as porcelain, but it had the look of flesh.He is neither man, nor mannequin; maybe a bit of both.
In the eyes of world, I am a culprit. But deep down I know that I am a victim, caught by the venomous fangs of an unseen enemy.I had life once, now I have life sentence.
It was a festival called Ganesh Utsav, one of the most ancient and anticipated festivals of Indian culture. It’s celebrated in the name of Half Tusker Lord;
Isn’t it funny? To find the meaning of life I accidentally came to town of dead. I had more questions in mind then: where am I? Who are these people?
