Category: Short stories

“Ranga Kakima” by Madhumita Roy

Short Story ID- 14/2015   “I remember you, Ranga Kakima” Shovan whispered. “You were not like this, never.” Looking at the shriveled up body of the old woman, Shovan shook his head. The room looked the same to a large…

“Chandni” by Fiona Kezia Winston

Short Story ID- 13/2015 She was five when her mother took out a perfectly polished agate and moonstone encrusted sword from the attic, dusted it thoroughly and handed it to her. Her small hands were too soft, and her frame,…

Thampanoor Terminal (New) by Thommen Jose

Short Story ID- 12/2015  Two things struck him when he slapped her hard across her face:  unlike in the movies his hand didn’t swing in a semi arc, but stopped right on contact and, again unlike in the movies, it…

Annie’s hand by Gaurav Dikshit

Gaurav-Dikshit

Short Story ID- 11/2015 Whenever I see a butterfly, or a bee, sucking at a flower, I imagine Annie’s lips and mine hovering, approaching, penetrating into them. False are all the theories of soul and metaphysics; the world is matter,…

‘Up in The Mango Trees’ by Lily C. Fen

Lily C. Fen

Short Story ID- 9/2015 Tikbalang was the exact opposite of his more famous cousin, the centaur. Where the centaur was mysterious, quiet, and foreboding, and looked graceful with his chiseled abs, and powerful horse’s body, Tikbalang was not. He had…

Death and Taxes By Saligrama K. Aithal

One in Many

Short Story ID- 7/2015 R. K. Narayan went to the office of the Registrar of Births and Deaths at the district headquarters at Malgudi to obtain the death certificate of his father Krishnaswamy Iyer so as to transfer money and…

‘The Plummet’ by Namrata

Namrata

Short Story ID- 2/2015 The shrill screams from the room next door woke Ruma from her sleep. Since the time she had come here sleep had always evaded her, right now she held on tightly to whatever little of sleep…

‘The Rajah’s Wife’ William Tham Wai Liang

William Tham

Short Story ID- 1/2015 My dear Isaka, How many mothers have been forced to leave their children, only to communicate with them through letters? I am penning these words inKuching, bythe muara of the Sarawak River. I was told, and…