Flash Fiction Story – Traitor John

A white bearded man holding his head and screaming

I am John’s brain. And I never shut up. Not even for a second. The man thinks he’s tormented. I say he’s blessed. What use is a brain if it’s dull and quiet? Why carry the extra weight… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Too Much Beauty

Strands of orange saffron against a purple background

Too much beauty is a painful thing. I grew up in a small village. It was beautiful. Clean air, fragrant lands, a never-ending sky that bled beautiful colors with every rising and setting sun. But it wasn’t just… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Come To Me

Face silhouette of a woman against the setting sun in the background

Come to me. You’re a man in need. Shh…be quiet. No one must know. Your secrets are safe with me. They’ll never see the light of day. Leave behind your name and age. Everything looks the same in… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Forsaken By God

A close up of an old man's milky, almost blind eyes

What do you call a man who has seen the turn of two centuries? Old? I’d say CURSED! Forsaken by God. Left behind to confront boredom, encounter misery, suffer the pathetic complexities of a stagnant life. My name… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – A Chef’s Monkeys

Black and white image of three wise monkeys

Have you ever heard the expression – Not my circus, not my monkeys? It originated from Poland. But it applies to all races, genders, and distinct individuals. Meaning: Don’t drag me into your drama and issues – I… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Perfect Day To Die

rundown residential building for the poor

If I wasn’t poor, I would’ve paid a pretty price to have Mithoo killed. The drunkard swine has ruined his life and almost most of mine. It’s not so much his drinking. His money is his own to… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Laila Is Missing

black profile of young man against colorful background

‘She’s been missing for nine days now.’ The constable, too straight-faced for my comfort, scratched his chin. His black beard looked out of place on his puny face. ‘Why are you reporting this so late?’ He had a… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – My Humble Profession

Deserted and dirty market street

I watch people come and go. It’s not a hobby but my humble profession. This street has my name on it. Yes, there’s a painted sign on an electric pole. It introduces me and advertises my business. It’s… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – She’s Just Like Me

black and white back shot of father and daughter holding hands and walking

I’ve been told she’s just like me. The same wavy hair, heads as round as cantaloupes, almond shaped eyes oozing with chocolate brownness, concave noses, dimpled chins, oval faces. The only difference, I’m a grown-up man and she’s… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Cheers To Me!

A man's arm holding a glass of whiskey

I’m the one who comes drunk to the party. But I never leave drunk. Why? Because I usually pass out midway. Yes, embarrassing. I doubt it’ll be any different today. Still at home, I’m four drinks down, the… Read More

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