flash fiction
FICTION / The veil of shadow
He had consistently disregarded the villagers' accounts of bhoot-prets as local folklore. To him, they were just stories to scare the gullible
FICTION / Mother saves her corpses before lunch
Mother woke before sunrise with the weight of the house pulling at her bones and moved against the cold floor, the chill biting at her ankles. In the corner hung the gutted rabbit, its blood pooling on the floor. Her fingers trembled, as she bathed herself in it, coating her skin red.
FLASH FICTION / The floodlights
Chaos. More chaos.
FLASH FICTION / Dual faces of an unseen predator
In a world spun from the threads of chaos, we are born into a tapestry of shadows. We are shimmering maidens in the night, nurturing within us a fire both subtle and strong. Yet, the air around us is heavy with whispers–danger and desire intertwined.
FLASH FICTION / The exiled daughter
Is it true that when we migrate, we lose a few people from our past?
FLASH FICTION / The journey
If you travel on a bus, always take the window seat.
FICTION / VAMP
Anyone could see that they were a couple very much in love. Always laughing at each other’s jokes. Finishing each other’s sentences. Name the cliché and you’ll find them living up to it without question.
FLASH FICTION / A sweet treat
The love of the city prevails over the love of kulfi
Talespeople Spiels / A house a bit bigger on the inside
Playing with a location that seems real but is not is a tricky line to negotiate, and writer beware: you will be attacked
Rapture
“Rapture’s coming, son. We best be happy when we embrace the Lord,” was all I heard him say as he pushed a needle into my arm.
Game
My mother took me on her horse and started to ride south. I clutched my bleeding arm, the pain snapping me fully awake.
The cabin
If you're Red-marked, you may be forever scarred.
An evening of spooks and screams
Each submission, whether poem or prose, was limited to 250 words, and the first team to complete all the prompts would be crowned the winning house.
Lift
I think it was closer tonight. I really did not want it inside the lift.
The hour of the wolf
For a wistful moment, he was born to me. Eyes closed and never to open.
Today's selections: Curtain call on Sehri Tales 2023
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 29 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Curtains
‘Sugar’: Sehri Tales selections, Day 28
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 28 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Sugar
‘Total’: Sehri Tales selections, Day 27
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 27 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Total
‘Wild’: Sehri Tales selections, Day 26
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 26 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Wild