Abinaya Sreenivas

Flash Fiction QuinTale-18

Streaming Love

27 Apr 202027 Apr 2020 Abinaya Sreenivas

The clouds were gray and heavy as Greg drove back home. The car radio spoke of a storm and played some blues, ‘Do you remember

PenMuse-18 Poetry

22 Apr 202022 Apr 2020 Abinaya Sreenivas

My love, you were A distressed little butterfly With severed wings. And, I had fallen deeply In love with the broken Jade. You had carefully

Sans Her Short Stories

1 Apr 20201 Apr 2020 Abinaya Sreenivas

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

Flash Fiction Quintale-17

25 Mar 202025 Mar 2020 Abinaya Sreenivas

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

PenMuse-17 Poetry

13 Mar 202013 Mar 2020 Abinaya Sreenivas

“What? Is it me? Why?” I see the light in her eyes fade in disbelief; Hoping to lose this whispered moment in a Breath, the

PenMuse-17 Poetry

10 Mar 202010 Mar 2020 Abinaya Sreenivas

We were living in a daze, This life – a twisted maze. Dissolving into the oblivion Of time’s mystical haze. Our bodies clinging together in

ATaLeOfLove Short Stories

2 Mar 20202 Mar 2020 Abinaya Sreenivas

2003 “How are you. Have you settled in well?” I left it read. It was my first time in a foreign country. In fact, the