60 Seconds Tales: Broken Record

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…

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Karma and Workout

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.…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #22: Redemption

‘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…

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Jack In The Box: A Story

  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.…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #5: The Wrong Dare

They thumped their shot glasses together on the table and instantly started giggling like high-schoolers. There was a variety of things on the table, but most of it consisted of emptied bottles of liquor. One such bottle lay between them. In between giggles, he said to her, “Okay your turn now!” She feigned a bored…

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It Started With A Crash

Crash!!! “What the… “, he looked back to the source of the sound, only to find a broken aquarium on the floor. His first thought was, ‘Thank god there were no fish in it’. The crash had sent nearly the whole pet shop  into a shrieking frenzy. He sushhed all the poor, frightened animals assiduously.…

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The Necromancer

On a cold, stormy night I came into this world. I bore the dual stigma of not just being born into a slave family, but also of killing my mother. They say my mother, who would get visions, had predicted it, but had still kept me alive in her womb because she foresaw what I…

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