I always wanted to write more fiction. But the little I do manage to write is available here for your reading pleasure.
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I waited for her to mess with her hair in the mirror. Like she had been doing every day after she exited the classroom. There was something about waifish girls that drew me to them. She had a short crop of hair, so when she messed around with it nothing
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Sep 3rd, 2002 Dear Arpita, I know I keep asking you the same question, but doesn’t every mail start this way anyways? How’ve you been? It’s been a while since I last heard from you. I don’t know when we went from an email at the
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Twenty years since I last came here. When the cost of a haircut was in the single digits. The salon had been uprooted from its original corner and made it’s way across to the other end, with 2 stops in between. After this, there would be nowhere left to
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She missed the motor pools, she shared on the way back from work, until just a decade ago. Ever since personal pods had become the preferred means of transport, she wondered if she was the only one who had ever enjoyed them. She pressed her face to the fiberglass that
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It was a strange world she was in. A world imbued with the strangest hues and flora of the strangest design. Yet there was a strange sense of familiarity about it. The tree under which she sat and pondered about this world’s intricacies was short and stout. It had
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Seadregor Mageblood. The name drew puzzled expressions from strangers everywhere he travelled. Yet his face remained impassive never betraying any emotions. The cold calculating stare he perpetually maintained caused even the most inquisitive to swallow any words they might have directed towards him. A cold winter morning found Seadregor walking
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A boy with a parrot on his shoulder was walking along the railway tracks. Before he found himself in this strange place he had begun his day like any other waking up to the sound of his parrot squawking in his ear. After completing the usual getting out of bed
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While it might fall under the purview of invasion of privacy, I wish my phone could read my mind or at the very least understand my intent. Tapping the screen incessantly for even basic interactions feels too wasteful for me to do, all of the time. If it could just
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If you fell down a rabbit hole, what do you think you’d find? I found myself falling further and further until I landed with a thud on a bed. I looked up to see a little boy staring at me with a blank expression. I looked up. Apparently I
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If you have found this message and bothered to read it in its entirety, then you and I both believe in serendipity. This message does not reveal an extraordinary secret from the past or a clue to the future. All it is is a message in a bottle. An ordinary