Category: Short Story

Cracks

The door rang.  The giant red door swayed open. John twists his head, relaxing his jaw as he sees me.  ” Why the man himself ! come here Peter?” We conjoin as brothers.  ” I’ve missed you man” John breathes on my blue suit.  I reply  ” I missed you too, you douche” We step ...

At the rim of hope.

The city shattered to pieces. Torn apart by what they called a  Millenial Cyclone.  The buildings were being stripped of their windows. The city was covered  by an ancient demon with a massive hovering round maw. A whirlpool in the red sky.  Then the massive screen blinked to black.  The crowd pulled several hundred gasps.  ...

All it took was one look

I am sitting in my comfortable seat.The ovoid window peeks out to the empty void. Stars in families of milions scattered on the black canvas of space.  The soft hum of the thermo-propulsion engines were almost inaudible. Just a soft coddle felt by my shoulder as it pressed on the window frame.  I look around ...

Masquerade

Image  from Io9.gizmodo.com Heels of steal, successive splashing on the wet concrete. Giggles faint in the night showers. Plumes of smoke departing from square hatched. My nylon hood is shading my face till my stubbled chin. One might think I’m a humanoid feline with fully mastered bipedal motion. My broad shoulders stretch my nylon coat. ...

Red Fields

Image courtesy by skworus.deviantart.com The wind was carrying the fetid air, warm and heavy lifting the specks of yellow and black threads of plucked stray hairs. The silver wisps of our warrior’s head was whipping against the horizon breeze. Clad in black and embroidered with seals of old beasts. The commander’s eyes were feasting on the ...

Honor (A short story)

  The wind was pressing against the chieftain aching body. After days and days of trailing the enemy, now it has come to make things right. The chief’s resolve was now fueled by the heat of his simmering rage. Nothing could dampen the shrieking memories of his young ones slaughtered. After many years of existing ...

Triton (Memoir of a blue dream)

  How many moons have passed? And now as I approach my thirty-third summer of bashful boyhood, I fully accept the mold of a stern man. I come back to you again in this damp spot when I first saw you many years ago. When you revealed your head of moss and your slender olive wet ...

Mother of the Oasis (Short Story)

Image courtesy from roberthood.net The air was thick with the spice of joy. As the celebrating members of the Shahud tribe were gathering their hunt tribute around the mother of trees. The organic edifice was beheld with honor. The various offerings of the oasis dwellers were piling up at the slender legs of their frozen ...

SimbioTECH (Short Story)

  Harold was about to enter the top floor office. After all the security-bots were offering their virtual greeting for passing the requisite ID measures. His hand didn’t need to open the last door; As the door silently slid open. He was amazed again with the vastness of Deacon’s Master Office. The King and father ...

Forgive Me (A short story)

The roaring wind was tugging Adon’s torn shirt. At least he didn’t care anymore, for there was no caring soul within immense distances from his location. However, it seemed that the Gods were angrier than usual on this final day.