Tag: Flash Fiction
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The “y” (Flash Fiction)
The cold dark office was not an inheritance of anybody, yet Mr. Mike inherited an old used notebook from a staff member who was supposed to work there, yet never joined. There was a riddle on the last page of the notebook, the riddle belonged to Victor, who created it and held the key. Victor…
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Colours lost in shadow
“Colours: green, yellow, maroon, red, blue or any other, choose one. No matter whatever you choose, you’ll get a colour. A colour that can define sense and sensibilities, really? Is the life seen by you monochrome? Or multi-coloured? Or multi-turned-mono? Call it whatever you like, it will remain whatever I want. And what I want…
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Vacation
Vivacious birds in vivid colours stole her eyes, on a joyous day, before the pre-mature night. Rachita was on vacation, a vacation to the land of her dreams. Canopies crowned the jewel of earth, brook babbled creasing the heart of heaven, laced cobras miles of offshoots, peacocks twerked to the rhythm of heat. It was…
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time (haibun)
I wake you up, don’t I? That’s what you accuse me of. silence splatters egg on floor No, I don’t need an introduction. I put all on you. You accuse me for everything that can’t be held by you. Buds, flowers, fruits, seeds, humus, plants– cyclic, isn’t it? And you claim me for it. You…
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Over A Chat
a cat- drools dog in mid-day “Today, I bought a gown worth Rs. 20,000” “Isn’t it cheap for a designer gown?” A grin. “I bought a matching necklace worth Rs. 5,00,000 too.” A frown. “That’s great.” A laugh. “Yes, I’m the Barbie.” A petite, gracile lady dressed in white top and black high waisted pencil…
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Breakup
Soft light bruises. She gulps saliva. Ineffective. Takes a glass of water, guzzles. One-two-three deep breaths. She falls over bed again. Gazes through glass. Tarred translucent clouds sliding over red moon. Twists and turns. Looks at her cellphone. No call, miscall, message. Opens window. Fresh air, chirping birds. The dawn. Note: Written for writing…
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apex
bleached on river bed eons flicker unmoved~ flamingo Green trees run parallel to viridescent water, dancing birds form vibrant shapes in blue sky, with sweat droplets over face comes Junga, the mystery boy. He puts his straw bunch near the babbling brook and lies down when the sun is neither overhead nor in horizon. It…