Category Archives: Stories

HUMANITY.

In the bustling city of Metropolis, where skyscrapers towered and people rushed by, there lived a man named Ethan. Amidst the chaos and noise, he embodied the spirit of humanity, shining brightly like a guiding star. Ethan believed that the essence of being human lay in acts of compassion, empathy, and a deep understanding of…

The Boy who cried the wolf.

There once was a shepherd boy who was bored as he sat on the hillside watching the village sheep. To amuse himself he took a great breath and sang out, “Wolf! Wolf! The Wolf is chasing the sheep!” The villagers came running up the hill to help the boy drive the wolf away. But when…

The Platform

On the foggy winter night of December 31, a 5’7″ athletic man wearing a peach hoodie and blue pants holds his black American travel suitcase and blue suitcase. Drenched in sweat, he ran to himself. train which was about to depart from Platform 1 of Ahmedabad railway station.. The train was supposed to leave the…

THE TALE OF TWO SOULS

    Once upon a time in a quaint little town, there lived two souls destined to cross paths. Emily, a free-spirited artist, and Benjamin, a charismatic writer, lived in parallel worlds until one fateful day when their lives collided.Emily spent her days lost in the vibrant strokes of her paintbrush, capturing the beauty of…

The Passenger

I was on my way to the office sitting on the train platform. I hate how the trains never come on time, today out of all days. I had a life-changing presentation. Today the investors will decide whether they want to invest in my project. The uncertainty of it always leaves me scared. It was…

 Nobody can imprison your mind!

In a certain village lived a farmer name Ramsharan and his only son Rakesh. The Rakish was a thief who goes about stealing from people’s homes. He continued this wicked lifestyle till the day his cup got filled. He stole 5lakh from Motilal the richest man in their village, that day he didn’t escape successfully…

The Price of Prophecy

Weary. That was the word. They were weary. One arm leaden from the constant effort of wielding a halberd, the other’s fingers still aching from the phantom of a shield’s handle. Their body was aching from the blows dealt to their plated armour, their skin still in discomfort of the touch of chainmail. Sweaty and…