Saravjot Hansrao shares the story ‘The Phoenix ‘ for #FlashFiction Prompt 3 at #TaleathlonS3.
Read it here.
a coven of creative characters
Saravjot Hansrao shares the story ‘The Phoenix ‘ for #FlashFiction Prompt 3 at #TaleathlonS3.
Read it here.
Autumn They finally let go, making way for transformation. The demonic grey lifts as raindrops hit the heaving bosom of Mother Earth. Within moments the
Sarvjot Hansrao shares her story ‘A Befitting Finale’ for Tale-a-thlon #FlashFiction 1. Read it here.
The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #stories now….
The sandy expanse of the desert spreads like an endless carpet. This time of the year the normally muddy tinge has a deep orange hue.
The deep slumber is shaken. I know it’s time and I’m no more forsaken. Multiple coats of black paint tickle my rough edges as the
Oh Hari! How beautiful is this land! Mariam exclaimed. “Ah! Didn’t I tell you so!” Hari replied. Mariam’s rosy cheeks flushed a deeper tint as
The queer excited tone of father rings through the house as he animatedly talks into the mouthpiece. Curiosity draws me closer. “Here! Why don’t you
Today Faint Christmas carols intermingle with spiritual chanting, the religious room across turns a sanctum for anxious yet optimistic souls like me. I hold onto
“And then they say women aren’t funny!!” The decadent walls of the nightclub shiver as the crowd jeers, breaking into a maniacal laughter. Katie’s petite
“Eva…….Eva…….It’s time to welcome the day!”……….. Mother’s morning calls continue after the snooze button has given up on me. They seem like distant buzzing of
Royal with a hint of antiquity, one glance at me and you know your worth. I have a mind of my own. Mind you! My
Ancient Greece, 5th Century BC The Kingdom of Grecia was torn by internal rifts, jealousy and murderous rage. Loyalty and love was taken over by
The winter chill was mellowing to cosier days. Bare tree trunks beginning to be festooned with tender green leaves, glistened in the sun’s warmth. Mike
“We did our best yet the coma seems inevitable.” The sentence felt as stiff as my body. I could sense desperation intensified by the incessant
Lush green fields, now transformed into a glowing golden yellow, as if a halo has encircled the expanse of earth. The withered, wrinkled hand rests
The Gulistan Fortress stands like a hawk watching its prey amidst the desolate, arid expanse surrounding it. Armed yet mismanaged Orakzai men are swarming the
The Hustle and the Bustle I love this time of the day, the sense of gratification it brings is immense. Especially after a day that
He sits cuddled in the warmth of blankets in a cozy corner near the fireplace. It is a cold evening and I can see the
“Oh! My dear, it seems like yesterday when we decided to make this place our home.” “Yes! Sweetheart.” “I hadn’t the faintest idea back then
The dust settled. Soon it was time for the scorching rays of the sun to bid goodbye to the seething people. June was a terrible