Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Published by jay2sai in category Social and Moral with tag death | doctor | father | nurse | son
I went to hospital for meeting my friend Ajay, who have met with an accident. He was in ICU in unconscious state. His father was roaming here and there
Published by vyomshiv in category Hindi | Hindi Poetry | Poetry with tag death | relation
Two Hindi poems on girlfriend and truth of relations. In poem death is compared with girlfriend that is ultimate truth. Truth of relation is selfishness.
Published by shyam sundar bulusu in category Love and Romance with tag death | Love | parent
“Look, Krishna. We’ve discharged all our responsibilities, to the best of our ability; got him educated, took care of his health, trained him to take on the world
Published by @publisher in category Social and Moral with tag death | play | stage
The windy and cold but hopeful New Yorkers, walking everyday past famous opportunities, acting has changed since the 30th century now the 31st century
Published by RONO in category Paranormal Experience with tag accident | death | engineering | train
The train wheezed through Kharagpur station. Yawn, I am tired dear. It has been so arduous indeed. The bald fellow swapped all my energy.
Published by anand kumar singh in category Poetry with tag death | friend | God | Love | parents
I am noting without you, My existence can’t without you, I can’t live without you, I can’t think without you, o my creator ! I love you, o my parents ! I love you.
Published by kdrzazga in category Family | Social and Moral with tag death | Mother | son | Tragedy
she witnessed her son’s happiness, but also because she was not able to stop an extremely active life, and do almost nothing like most of retired people.
Published by PeggySue in category Family with tag death | funeral | marriage
My Chachu, newly exposed to the ‘clean’ ways of America was getting quite annoying. Walking around in narrow streets looking for an auto
Published by fionaa in category Suspense and Thriller with tag Class | death | mind | student
Joe stood there.Chills ran down his spine.Joe wished she lived for few more weeks.She was his favourite student. Joe used to watch her
Published by rained-on parade in category Love and Romance with tag bullet | death | run
They called us Romeo and Juliet.But we weren’t any of tragedies because our love could never be a tragedy. We were of those happy-endings.
