Married at nine, Subbu knew little about her seventeen-year-old bridegroom. Her mother had told her that he lived two villages away and that his father was a landlord with enough resources to support an entire village. Subbu would live a good life. All her needs would be satisfied without her asking. But the girl would have to wait six years before she joined her husband.
By then, her body and mind would be more mature to handle what was expected of a wife.Keep On Reading!
Radhey was a crybaby. It was his signature characteristic.
From the time of his birth till the day of his death, Radhey’s face was a perpetual wetland. Salty streams had etched their course, puffing and wrinkling brown skin. But this was the least of Radhey’s concerns. His brain and heart were so busy competing for supremacy that his sense of self-awareness had dispersed.
There was no room for the three to scuffle.Keep On Reading!
Welcome to TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at Gobblers / Masticadores!
HIS PRINCESS is a story that will disturb you.
There is nothing human about it.
Or have we given the word ‘human’ more respect and importance than it deserves?
Please read ahead and click the blue link to dive into the darkness.Keep On Reading!
Hari was born to parents named Joseph and Mary. He was only six when he started calling himself Harry. It seemed right to match the western ring in his parents’ names. Though that was all he wished to identify with. There was little else that enticed him.
Harry was a good-looking boy, fair skin, brown eyes, black hair that curled at their own fancy. It was to his advantage that he looked nothing like his parents. And for that he expressed his thanks, praying a little louder and harder every night before bed.Keep On Reading!
Welcome to Tuesday Flash Fiction at Gobblers / Masticadores.
Please read my NEW FLASH FICTION STORY – When I Close My Eyes.
A mother’s eyes will never forget what they saw. Her mind replays the horror!
Please click the blue link to read the entire story. Enjoy!Keep On Reading!
Parvati had never seen misery her entire life.
Fifty-seven winters and her skin still glistened. Her hair was as black as charcoal. And her smile was a shapely window to a perfect set of teeth, white and neatly lined. She hadn’t been raised by an affluent family, nor did she marry into one. Her upbringing had been simple, her marital status single. The thought of bearing children had never crossed her mind.Keep On Reading!
Two old ladies sit side by side.
Both are hard of hearing.
One is Shama and the other is Masha. Sisters by birth, friends by choice. Eighty-eight and ninety-two, ripe ages with much decay yet plenty left to say.
They chirp like birds and sip on vodka. The reason they believe they have lived so long. Shama is a widow with no offspring. Masha is a four-time divorcee with seven children, four birthed from her womb, three shared with two prior husbands.Keep On Reading!
A warm hello to you all!
I hope everyone’s well and enjoying their day.
Please read my NEW Flash Fiction Story published by Gobblers / Masticadores.
A man with a sorrowful past commits to a brave decision. But he’s getting cold feet at the last minute.
Is this a sudden change of mind or is there an unearthly influence?Keep On Reading!
They call me Big…Boy…Diddy…
ooo yeh…ooo yeh…ooo yeh…
This is me chilling. Taking in life and taking out crap. Literally.
I’m in the bathroom. On the pot. My words and me. Rollin’…Keep On Reading!
READ my Flash Fiction Story – TAKEN HOSTAGE AGAIN.
Published by Gobblers/Masticadores.
The mind can be a tricky place. It can either benefit you or ruin you.
Sometimes, you have no choice or say. Scary…Keep On Reading!