Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Anyway, after that, we’d usually go grab a bite. We’d talk about stupid things and laugh at stupid jokes. We were the awkward kind of almost-couple.
Great men are often blinded with revenge and lose their moral standing. I was neither great nor did I have any morals. I didn’t stand a chance
Saudade: is a Portuguese and Galician word that has no direct translation in English. It describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent
The crowd started murmuring and an air of discomfort hung around the air. The company memorial for their founder, George Fernandez, was going just as expected.
Karen almost stopped in her step as she walked into the café. She suddenly realized she was staring at the woman. She checked herself in time and walked
Art boils down to one thing. Imagination. Or atleast that’s what I’ve always thought. Perception, history or even technique is all relative to how YOU imagine it could be.
Editor’s Choice: Right there, staring back at me was the most beautiful smile anyone could have ever witnessed. Right there, was a boy who still took wonder in the pure joy of life. Right there, I was reborn.
I woke up in a cold sweat. In the dead quiet of the dark, my heart was throbbing wildly. It was the third day since I lost her. Third day since I slept. And it was now three days closer to her death.
Story of the Month Aug’2013: ‘I am not going to press charges’, Monterio said, ’but in return you have to volunteer at the old age center for a month. Your injuries are minor. I’ll see you there on Monday’
