Short Story

Time in a Bottle

A short story.

We were driving back home, late at night. The radio played a song about…

Sunshine

She was like a memory just clear enough to recall but too foggy to make out. Like a fever dream on a hot summer night. A shadow that kept…

The Serendipity of Being A F*ck Up

“You Have Bad Timing.”

The Vampire Bartender, Part 2

My very existence rested on each text message, I was officially infatuated. I had no concept of cool, or…

Tantrums, Trains and a Wedding

When I tried to brush my toddler’s teeth this morning, he responded by headbutting me on the temple…

You Only Live Once?

Armaan parked the car and stepped out of it. He took out the wine bottle which was her favourite flavour. As he started…

My Friend Is Missing

She Went to a Halloween Party and Never Returned

Poltu’s Mother

Aarti looked down from the balcony of her room. The fallen petals covered the walkway, branches bowing to the wind and birds…

Square Penguin in a Round Hole

a short story and artwork by Ernio Hernandez

Touch

I was waiting for Ashish sir. The crowd was already out of control. We had very few constables on duty that day and we needed him to come soon to…