Fiction

Alien

The door of the D division of the class of 3rd standard swung open, as the bell rang signalling the start of the period. Fresh gust of air with a hint of cologne sneaked inside along with him. He was short and stout, rather unimpressive. His eyes, however had a Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Tables Do Turn #WoWe

“What’s for dessert?”, quizzed Mr Balanced. Three sets of eyes, darted towards Mrs ChitterChatter and she undeniably loved attention! “Surprise!”, she replied getting up from seat. “What can that be?”, questioned InncoentBaby lustily. “Mrs ICareForAll had paid us visit two days back. She gifted two bars of exotic chocolate”, beamed Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Dead End #WoWe

A peak-summer, blistering hot morning of the plains. Rusted ceiling fans of the stone walled, nondescript government office whirled and made grudging, grinding sound. The flesh and bones behind the desks with their heads buried in discolored files went on with their rigmarole in characteristic lackadaisical way. The air smelled Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago