Flash Fiction Story – Too Much Beauty

Strands of orange saffron against a purple background

Reading Time: 2 minutes 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 – Perfect Day To Die

rundown residential building for the poor

Reading Time: 2 minutes 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 – She’s Just Like Me

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

Reading Time: 2 minutes 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 – Beep…beep…beep…

Heart rate monitor machine

Reading Time: 2 minutes Beep…beep…beep… I’m all alone. Day – night seem the same. I’m always engulfed by a sharp, white light. I still haven’t warmed up to this hospital bed. Home is a distant memory. One I dream about with my… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – A Pink Balloon

A child's blue sneakers and a pink balloon

Reading Time: 2 minutes She was there. And then she wasn’t. Ten seconds, and my world had changed, forever. The horror. No words can explain it. I shouldn’t have let go of her tiny hand. But she wanted a pink balloon. She… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Goodbye Terry

Car accident with a car's shattered windshield

Reading Time: 2 minutes There’s blood everywhere. Some from the gash on my forehead. Some from the cuts I can only feel. Lying on broken glass isn’t just painful. It’s a feeling that’s unexplainable. Especially when you’ve been tossed into the air… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Hands Up!

Close up of hand pointing gun

Reading Time: 2 minutes Hands Up! That’s all I had to say. My brother Manu made me practice it a hundred times. Or was it a thousand times? I can’t count. What do I know? Manu says I’m a simpleton. Papa called… Read More

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