Thirty Seconds Tales #16 – The Choice

Her head was feeling cluttered already. Three cups of morning coffee had still done nothing to unclog her brain pores. She was still standing where she had been standing for the past 2 hours – before the mirror. ‘This isn’t helping. I need a shower…. a cold one.’ Throwing off her dressing gown to the…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #15 : Ripped Off

She wore the best from her wardrobe that night. The Manish Malhotra lacy sari with gold brocade detailing on the blouse, brought out the bronze in her skin so that she looked like an Aztec goddess. There were Swarovski’s on her feet and pure Temple jewelry on her ears, but that heavy Ganesha pendant stole…

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The Addict

2.49 AM I am not doing it! No, no noooooo, I’m not. I’m stronger than that. I can’t let something screw me over so bad that it decides how my day goes by. NO! That’s inhuman, degrading, vile….. Arrrghhh! I need some water. *a few gulps down* 2.50 AM Why, God why?! Why did you…

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Erupt – Part 2

Sitting on the passenger side of their plush car, sorry, ‘Vikram’s‘ car, was a new sensation for her. Some night of firsts this is turning out to be! She thought wryly. Her eyes ran over the details of the sedan. The plush upholstery, the beverage holder, containing a crushed styrofoam cup, no music on the…

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Erupt – Part 1

She stood there, can in hand, head reeling as though she were drunk. Am I drunk? She tried counting the shots she had downed since she entered the pub. 11, 12… 15? She wasn’t sure. But she wasn’t drunk, she was sure. Excited, maybe. Yeah… excited. That’s more like it! She knew she couldn’t get drunk,…

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The Mason

He’s a mason. He builds and mends for a living. Each day he carefully measures and lays down the mortar and bricks required to build walls, windows, roofs, courtyards; a home, a school, or a prayer hall. He’s the man when you need someone to mend the cracks, collapsed walls of your buildings, and even…

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Daily Prompt: Faded Jeans and Failed Chances; #Daily-Prompt, #Flash-fiction

Originally posted on The Pradita Chronicles:
via Daily Prompt: Faded I reminisce about faded jeans and failed chances. For on a night like tonight, I spied him, sauntering into the room, charging up the atmosphere, with his Brando-like swagger,  his Dev Anand-ish smirk . His faded jeans spelled ‘reckless’,  while his carefully tamed coif screamed ‘dandy’. It’s as…

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