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Guest Posts, Short Stories

The Awaited Return

“There’s a phone call for you,” the matron informed. “Who is it?” I asked casually. “Not sure. I didn’t ask for...

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No Way to Leave

Rizvi was walking with a vacant eye. There was no sign of thinking on his face. Sometimes his face moved downward...

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Blown Out

Matt drove in and parked the car in the empty parking lot of the prison. The entrance was empty except for...

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The Realisation

Chapter I. “Dad…dad…wake up. It’s already 7. Wake up, dad. I’ll be late. Get up.” Little Sam almost pushed his dad...

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The answer lies within

PRELUDE Raja Vikramaditya, a legendary emperor of India was known for his generosity, wisdom, and immense courage. He was acclaimed far...

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The Masked Face: A Celestial Romance

Some time ago, I was traveling in a remote part of the country. I was there on an excursion to collect...

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Django

Prologue It was 31st December 2119. But there were no New Year celebrations. It was only in November that yet another...

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Ravenous

PROLOGUE August 2050, New Orleans. It is the year 2050 AD. The world lies in rampage and in ruins. We live...

Flash Fiction, Guest Posts, Quintale-17

F(R)IEND

Virtue has a veil , vice a mask- Victor Hugo “So guys you have exactly one month to come up with...

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A World Without Better Half

Nihal woke up with a sudden jerk as soon as he heard the alarm snooze. He was angry at himself for...

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The Veiled Gender

Chagan sheepishly peeped out of his quilt. Raman’s rhythmic snore and the rare calm on Surjan’s face reassured him that all...

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Respectability

Tanvi returned home after paying her rent arrears of three months to Savitriji. She wouldn’t be roofless, at least for now....

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The Wakeup Call

“We don’t need no education, we don’t need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom…….” Pink Floyd got louder...

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Her Secret

Jhimki’s mom wailed, “Hai Ram*! What is happening around us?” 17-year-old Jhimki rushed out to the small cubicle in their shanty....

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Tale of a Night Walk

Krishan remains spellbound. Not a single person seems known. They’re wearing oversize pants and full-sleeve jackets. Their hands are covered with...

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The Second Chance

Rabeya Bibi leaned against the guava tree she had planted eight years ago and looked at the river flowing past. The...

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The Masked Queen

The arena bustled with excitement. All eyes turned towards the person who dared to challenge Guru* Dronacharya, who spoke with pride...

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Your Proverbial Fly on the Wall

I am unable to recollect how I managed to enter this room. It could be before the door swung shut or...

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Breathe

Hunan Research Center(HRC): A group of scientists are tirelessly working. They are completely covered, wearing suits and face masks, the only...

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The Masked Messiah

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. In ten minutes we are going to land at the Cayman Airport. Hope...

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Silencing the Whispers

“Who is that?” asked Elle with curiosity. “Stella Wellman,” replied Josh. “She always covers her face. No one knows why.” And...

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The Masked Re-union

“I wish you were here.” Dheeya thinks to herself as she walks down the street that leads to the place she...

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Masks People Wear

The stench of dried blood and rotting flesh filled the air. “The victim is a male, about 35 years of age....

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Guilt

It was a purple mask with crystal embellishments. The kind one wears at masquerade parties. It lay there on the side...

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Sunshine Smile

5 p.m. I look at her, she was lying on her belly reading a book. Her little room with its low...

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Shades of Masks

“We welcome our trustee Rameshji. Sir, you are requested to say few words on this occasion,” said Meena devi; caretaker of...

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The Killer Mask!

Rukmani stormed inside her studio and shut the door with a bang. Her ears were still ringing with the heated words...

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The Mask of Formalities

Mr. Srinivasan or Srini owned a garment business and was very rich . Beautiful women, mostly young and aspiring models, swooned...

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The Janus Faced

I woke up and saw the blue curtains drawn up .The subtle sun beam gave a golden tinge to the bedroom...

Guest Posts, PenMuse-17, Poetry

Cyber

The clickety-clack on her keyboard, And a barrage of words come rolling out, Expressions tumbling onto each other, Words interspersed with...

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Conversations with my Master

Hey Sloth! Winnow away that indolence. Lousy! Manifest your spine Let this tip upon a paper. Dance. Rattle up the senses...

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Grandma Whispers

Colourful rangoli and incense smell, Greets and welcomes, where grandma dwells, Cheerful designs, entice good vibes, Calling Lakshmi as she happily...