Short Fiction

One Dream, No Backup

Vishal Makawane

"What's your backup plan?" That was the question everyone asked Arjun the day he announced that he was preparing for the UPSC Civil Services Examination. But Arjun had already made his choice. There ...  [+]

Short Fiction

All In

Cherry Chan

"I'm dying"  That's the first thing Helen said to me since I was here. She had been quiet for quite some time even after I ordered meals for both of us. Her Rolex glimmered under the light of ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Ephemerality

Isha Fayaz

Red plagued the office corridors along with dissonant alarm bells. It was what jerked Violet out of her seat before she became part of the scramble towards the exit. Amidst the crowd, she chanced ...  [+]

Short Fiction

A House Without a Roof

Mohammad Mazhari

   They called the city a furnace with streets. Kilns ringed the markets like open red mouths, and clay figures cooled on racks—lions with human eyes, queens with crescent crowns, gods whose smiles ...  [+]

Short Fiction

A God of small lights

Ariane C

Once, there was a God. 
Though the God was undoubtedly a God, and, as per God status, was to be unbothered by any human-like type of annoying life side effects (feelings, bodily functions and ...  [+]

Short Fiction

BEST OF BOTH WORLDS

Bhavika S Mittal

As the city's sanitation crew dusted the fresh snow from the avenues, navigating his way through the morning traffic, Nathan finally arrived home. He was still buoyed by the remnants of a long night's ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Liminal

B Vathsalaa

Her breath hitched in her throat. The moment was finally here - again. It felt surreal. The breeze felt cool on her face, its wisps running through her loose strands of hair. The sun was struggling ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Encore

Olachi Ezebuike

Stephanie peered at the calendar: "June 6th".
A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she stared out the window. Three years had already passed since that day. What was once a corner full of life now held ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Checkpoint

Lena Gunther

              When I explained the plot to my friend, he said it was too easy. All the characters had to do, was drive through the border. What could possibly go wrong ? Her brother was driving, like ...  [+]

Short Fiction
Short Fiction

Where the Wind Waits

Joanna Goh

The ocean breeze hit her first. Sharp, salted, alive.  This feels... oddly familiar.   "Is it home?" she thought. The sky stretched in streaks of dull blue and white, mesmerizing--yet her mind ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Auditorium, Evening.

Suna Erdim

The little boy on the stage was the son of a famous actor, the kind college girls used to press their lips against posters of, who was one evening found face down in a hotel swimming pool like ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Forgetting Ithaca

Jenya Loh

The stars circle him. It's not just stars. It's galaxies, he knows; galaxies and nebulae and burning spheres of pure fire, so distant they form only pinpricks of light even this close. He thinks he ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Living All Out

Kuraysha Govender

I choked.   The room wasn't even that cold, but my hands felt numb as I stared at the question paper. Pens were already scribbling around me like a starting gun had gone off in a race I hadn't even ...  [+]

Short Fiction

The Year she almost gave up

Phophi Tshinamufhi

Her eyes burned from hours of staring at the laptop screen, a dull ache pulsing behind her temples — part headache, part frustration from memorizing endless drug names. The library was silent, the ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Hating You

tamlyn khan

  I hate this. "Miss Tanaka, are you afraid of me?" I hate the step he takes forward, placing one polished shoe in front of the other with the confidence of a man who has nothing left to lose. I hate ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Princess Skin

Ronja Jokilampi

When she arrives at the hospital, Lily is not asked to wait in front of the operating room. She strides in on the dot, protected by an entourage of two secretaries answering questions of appointments ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Courage

Sarah Nyland

The wobble of the homemade raft and the pain of bare knees on plywood set my teeth on edge. Seeking stability, I looked at the water in front of us. The lake was turning to river, and the whisper of ...  [+]