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
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
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.
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.
The floodlights
Chaos. More chaos.
The journey
If you travel on a bus, always take the window seat.
The exiled daughter
Is it true that when we migrate, we lose a few people from our past?
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.
A sweet treat
The love of the city prevails over the love of kulfi
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
'Cube': Sehri Tales selections, Day 30
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 30 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Cube.