A cocky young martial artist, has gone round killing every martial artist he can find, to prove he is the best. His name goes by the ‘young jon’ and he is only 22
A person in a wrinkled grey shirt walked faster towards the entrance. He placed the bill on the cashier’s table and paid the amount with changes
The person who you know doesn’t appears what he is like. He does what he feels like. He does not let others to spot him doing foolish. He likes to be let himself doing things he likes.
Editor’s Choice: His mirror always reminded him of this gnawing detail. And as he heard himself in his mind, another voice reminded him of his loneliness
As I walked down the road, sandwiched between heavy traffic and roadside vendors, I saw walking in front of me a mother son duo. The son, a tiny little child, stopped midway
Long ago when man worshiped gods and gods believed in humanity the gods came down from the heavens and made personal relationships
Editor’s Choice: A 14 year-old boy’s attempt at asking a girl on a date makes him the prime suspect in a spate of burglaries and wanted by the police.
Social Short Story: The boy who sits beneath this fountain, listening to thoughts, musings, observations, taking note and taking his insight into the world
Poem on Remembrance: He used to sit at the threshold of his ramshackle hut, Knees drawn up to the level of his chin. Ancient was he. People said that he was as old as the old banyan tree.