I rush to the mirror. My gums are pristine, no wound, no sin. But when I look back at the fruit, the truth reveals itself: the flesh is blackened, writhing with tiny, hungry mouths. The rot has teeth
It was not often that I received odd parcels. True, my job at the paper did occasionally warrant a few peculiar hate-mail or rebuttals, but this was nothing of that sort
Nuri had just swallowed a little orange pill dry, when she noticed that the portrait of ‘The Sexual Revolutionary’ had been taken down from the wall of her childhood bedroom.
I woke up with the taste of blood in my mouth
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 20 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: August
An evening storytelling and writing around the "chimera that is memory", organized by Sister Library and Sehri Tales.
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 29 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Curtains
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 21 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Drinks with a Ghost
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 9 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Little
Zahir uses crows as a symbol of magic realism, as found in local folklore, where animals serve as omens of luck both good and bad. The crows seem to bring bad luck to the couple, and wherever they go, the birds follow.
Khaki is not usually considered a cherished colour. Yet one might become attached to it, especially if it is connected to childhood memories.
A story about a pickpocket
