I have steel in my veins. I have iron in my heart. I’m Iron Man. I repeat to myself like a broken record. I’m pacing on the floor, going round and round and round and round…like a broken record. It’s a wonder my circumnavigation around the coffee table hasn’t burned a hole through the carpet…
Dear Readers, I’m so excited and happy to announce that my short story – The Human Museum – is one of the winning entries for the Fiction Writing Competition hosted by Story Mirror in conjunction with LNMIIT, Jaipur. My story – The Human Museum – explores the meanings of humanity and bestiality in a dystopian…
Beep, beep, beep, beep… “Oh, will you shut it up?” He grunts into the pillow where his face is buried. She fumbles in the near dark of the room, groping for her phone and with the familiarity of someone who’s done the same thing too many times before, turns off the alarm. All is quiet again.…
‘I can’t do this… I’m sorry but I can’t marry you.’ She stood there, frozen, her jaw hanging loose like an unhinged door yawning open. ‘Why?’ is all she could manage. He could see the trembling in her dainty hand, the same hand where only a week ago he had slipped an heirloom ring while…
On her way back from work, she had stopped at a small curiosity shop nestled between the bustle of a chai wala’s snack shop and an attar seller’s dusty place. In the midst of the old and crumbly buildings of Chandni Chowk in this part of Delhi, that curiosity shop looked like a curiosity all by itself.…
There is a storyteller inside each one of us
It’s here! The story you all had so lovingly contributed to, has finally been Published!! I’ve had so much fun compiling the sentences and turning them into a story! I must say, you guys have a great imagination. The sentences you all contributed had all the elements of making a thrilling sci-fi, fantasy…
