Fiction

Recently, after returning home on holiday for my summer break, I found myself with that periodic urge to get fit. As a result, I started running after a gap of a year. I slept early the night before, with my alarm set at 5 in the morning. I was ready…

…I’m sorry, the devil made me do it... This is the last sentence my father made before I put a bullet into the abode of the rod that fired the bullet of this journey… where it all began. Your father, the devil, was…

An occasionally true story about a young Gentry and the thumb-throwing hippie vagabond who I was named after — When my parents named me after a hitchhiker they picked up in a blizzard somewhere between Wyoming and Nebraska, I don’t believe they had the intention that I become a hitchhiker myself. But that’s what happened. …

A fiction prose poem A taste of coffee, a steel of caress, and a half smoked cigarette. Recollection of last night left an undefined feeling that something wasn’t right. Half dried flowers in black pots, and a welcome sign blended as one. …

The year was 2020 yeah, that one. I had hit a proverbial wall in my freelancing career, and I thought I could use some stability. So, while 2020 was the year most people started freelancing and working remotely, it was the year I decided to get a 9–5 job. Getting…

Someone dies, someone sees, someone questions and someone frees, and someone grieves — Maghrib, tainted in the red fur, she in her draped red gown in turmeric paste, run in the shadows of her lover. The lover sees the exceptional beauty behind her eyes, lovely lines, and in her eyelids lay a heart made of crystals. …

Part Three 100 story challenge #35 Dear Rockstar, Of course you choose to ignore the truth of our relationship. You never lived in reality. Everything was the next gig, the town, the next girl. How could I not remember our first summer tour? My dad died a few months later…