Fiction

Sanctum Sanctorum

“You must maintain the sanctity of the Sanctum Sanctorum by keeping all the comments you may pass, impersonal”, advised Buzzo, the big brown dog with floppy white ears to the tenderfoot Pugs the little brown puppy, which was met with “aye-aye” of the other veteran stuffed toys basking in the Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Helping Hand

“Aww… you are such a sweetheart to have braved this cold and dashed to me with my stick hand that the mistral had taken away mercilessly. You are my cutie-pie, adorable helping hand”, said the chubby armless snowman with great warmth, leaning towards the stray puppy. “Actually, you are my Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Game of Life

“I am so confused with choices pulling me in all different directions, each one compelling and close to my heart that I can’t say no to any one of them but also am aware that they all belong to the different worlds with no shared boundaries”, said Vincent with much Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Faceless

  Intermission, flashed across the silver screen at the crucial moment when the hero, the proclaimed God of the action, Rajiv Kumar, zoomed past on the motorbike with its front tyre in the air, fire blazing out of the rear wheel, putting a brake on the fast pacing, decisive turn of Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Deserted Desert

About the time of Christmas, the aroma and glamour of the upcoming Master Pastry Chef competition wafting in the lanes and by-lanes of the small town where Mrs ChitterChatter lived had bewitched her soul in believing strongly that she had it in her that makes a Pastry Chef! Possessed that Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago