It’s a small house to be trapped.

Context: There was a friendly challenge to write a story about two characters in six hours. I hadn’t written in over a year. Happy I wrote this no matter how bad it is.

What makes a tragedy?

Context: This story has gone places. It has been rejected by many publications and for a brief time has lived elsewhere on the internet. Now I am uploading it here as a final resting place. It has a special place in my heart and I hope you enjoy it

Sleepless

by Isu Muhammed

Her Theory of Love

“The way I see it, we are all lines. Me, you, boy, girl. Lines, that is what we are. And we could be straight or bent but lines we all are still. We move in our own directions, different directions so that some lines can be parallel to each other and others can cross. Sometimes lines decide…

All at once.

I used mine when I was 5. The word ‘use’ is probably not a suitable way to describe how I wasted it, on an ice cream. I wasted it on an…

When did you realise?

We’d been together for three years. Three years and a couple of months. On our way to four. Three years and neither of…

Her Eyes

From the archives: This is a very old story. I think I wrote it about three years ago. It can still be found on my former blog (find it if you can) and it’s one of the best received pieces I published on that blog. Since I wrote this story, my writing and the things that inspire it have evolved a great deal but…

The Pot Of Protection

I preferred the name “Pot at a knife fight” but its not my story to tell

There are very many things wrong with this story, the first of which being the fact that the person involved was laughing the whole time she…

And then we knew what it was

“That’s not what I am looking for.” Her voice was timid and it came out almost as a sob.

“The one I want is blue — and round — round at the bottom — round at the base. It’s always there next to the red ones. The ones that are square — square at the…