Waisay I fail at twist endings, but keep trying anyway anyway, I enjoyed writing this, and honestly I sometimes think that’s how they work. Only one more day to go! Words: 296 – This is the story of a man. The man has a job. The man’s job is to sit at a desk. … Continue reading Day 6 – So That’s How They Work
The protagonist in this brilliant short story by Haseeb Asif of Iblees was the inspiration for this short scene. Just the idea of someone not quite right in the middle of a crowd… Words: 353 – He was the tallest head in the waiting area on that hot, dreary day. So that anyone looking could… Continue reading Day 5 – A Simple Man
Found this in the middle of my old pc journal the other day. Probably intended to flesh out a story around the scene, but never got round to it. But hey, it’ll do for a flash fic, I guess. Words: 198 — “Hey, Mair, you made it.” He laughed. “I knew you would. Hey Sars,… Continue reading Day 4 – Drop Dead Disco
I’m posting this late because I couldn’t think of an appropriate title after a friend suggested Chutney ki Jawaani. That stuck so badly but was so inappropriate for the story that it took me so much time to think of something else 😛 Again, inspired by the song Genda Phool from the movie Delhi 6.… Continue reading Day 3 – Pickled Sunshine
Again, inspired by a song, this time Burn The Witch by Queens of the Stone Age. Listen here. The video/song in itself is interesting, but unrelated to the story in any way except the title. Also inspired by Charlie from The Firestarter, one of the first Stephen King novels I read and whose little protagonist… Continue reading Day 2 – Burn The Witch
Umm, so I have a week off, and a backlog of stories settled up, so yes, you guessed it, I’m going to torture you guys with a story a day for the rest of this week, merely because this is my blog so I can, and also because I am not content with posting them… Continue reading Day 1 – Scars
More of a vignette than an actual short story. I love the idea of someday doing this though. Just upping and leaving. Words: 370 The car drew up to the tollbooth. It had been half an hour since the last had passed and Brenner had begun to doze off. He was just thinking of getting… Continue reading Tollbooth.
Okay, so here goes. The first story. I don’t know what the moral here is, probably anything you want it to be, although I believe I had a vague idea of the government in mind. If you don’t like it, I dunno. Don’t read the next one? Word count: 404 – The wise animals of… Continue reading Fable
Um. So I’ve kinda decided to write a little more these days. So I’m starting with little short stories, flash fiction, basically stuff that’s less than a 1000 words long. I’m going to try to post one a week, and I’ll probably put them up in a little tab all separate too, since there might… Continue reading Flash Fiction.
In the PlAsTicS factory, it was time for a coffee break. Martha sat on the counter next to the sink and sucked at a mug of black fluid. There was a thoughtful expression on her ‘face’, if the nanoparticles on the interface covering the front of her ‘head’ could be said to rearrange themselves in… Continue reading Coffee Time in the Plastics Factory