The softness of the breeze blows my tresses and in the pearly light I open my eyes, wholesome and hearty to face a new day. My spirits bounce back.
She opened her eyes slowly, tears falling down her cheeks. Its been three days she was in that state smoking and drinking continuously
The sound of the pounding surf and swimmers increased as she walked towards the sea. A tiny fiddler crab was racing back and forth along the shore
One windy evening as I was alone in the house studying leaving the windows partially open and enjoying the cool breeze, suddenly I heard the door bell
Love Short Story: A dewdrop found itself resting on the petal of a rose. That was the only memory the dewdrop had about itself. It was born there.
Short Story with Moral Lesson: The sepal couldn’t rest, how could she? She was curious as well as anxious. For the petal babe is inside her. She felt great like a “big sister”