tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366983312024-08-29T03:02:09.391-07:00Sunny mornings, rainy evenings and cool nightsWriting - one of my passions <a href="http://www.reddit.com/r/awfi">AWFI</a>
<p>Checkout the sidebar for a dedicated list on my writing.</p>Agoglifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468811705676599388noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698331.post-24305325139453975392012-01-24T11:45:00.000-08:002012-01-24T11:58:42.491-08:00Short story: Blackness
This is a horror story, not safe for soft souls. Please read with discretion.
It was gory. That was all I could feel when I reached there. The whole place stunk of blood and decay. Decapitated limbs, headless bodies, empty eye sockets, separate digits, I can't even muster to describe the whole scene. This was the beginning. There was a small shelter to my right resembling a hut. Agoglifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468811705676599388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698331.post-55846630136493408192012-01-19T07:28:00.001-08:002012-01-23T05:48:02.591-08:00Short-story: Rebirth in a train
“Coffeeee!! Teaa!!”
“Coffeeee!! Teaa!!”
The vendor called out as he passed the coupe.
“Thuddd!”
The baby fell on its knee trying to walk to his mother.
The mother ran picked him up and was busy placating. Ravishing young lady sat across him checking her flock of hair in the mirror of her mini clutch bag. The chatter from the group of young boys engrossed in a card game relayed from Agoglifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468811705676599388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698331.post-83081627906431704922012-01-15T05:18:00.000-08:002012-01-18T09:58:23.575-08:00Short story : Have I lost him?
Story below is an entry for the 'Picture Worth Your Words Contest' picture prompt #1
Johan bid goodbye to his team and sat in the taxi. He was to catch the eight thirty train to Frankfurt. An hour still remained before the departure and the train station was twelve miles from the camp. He was in time. All his stomach tasted after the victory over Heerenveen was alcohol. The normal club Agoglifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468811705676599388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698331.post-29473601013219342622012-01-11T11:36:00.000-08:002012-01-17T08:01:50.553-08:00Short story: Somethings should never be lost forever.
"What's in a name?" asked Emile with a smile. She was still holding Reny's hands under the bright white bulb.
"What's in a name? Everythings in a name. It forms the identity of the baby" replied Reny squeezing her hands to denote the importance of the point he just made.
"The identity, her spot in the class queue, everything", he continued explaining his point more than what the situation Agoglifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468811705676599388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698331.post-88635248029323423282012-01-09T09:43:00.000-08:002012-01-17T00:06:01.457-08:00Short story: Finally!
A detour from my normal writing schedule to dwelve into a feeling every guy experiences once in his life.
Short story in figment http://t.co/zvA3oRVk Please comment on the plus and the minuses.
Agoglifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468811705676599388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698331.post-17634850415851231202012-01-04T09:23:00.000-08:002012-01-15T08:46:15.677-08:00Short story: The toughest minute
I wrote a short story in figment fiction toward the dailyTheme short writing drive for today the fourth of January. It can be read here. The theme was
Describe
in detail the few moments before a character is about to do something
he or she is mortally afraid of. How does the anticipation affect her
physically and emotionally? How does he gear himself up? And what
happens next?
Please do Agoglifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468811705676599388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698331.post-87420684756304250332011-12-29T08:27:00.000-08:002012-01-17T08:00:41.053-08:00Short story: The war under a hot sun
The rubble from La Combre's horses continued to rain on my helmet and the broken pieces feathered the eyes continually. It had been four hours since we started for the day.
The river was still flowing around huge boulders and its blue surf from the coast was following us eternally. The reflection of the noon sun emanating from the balding head of Naryiana showered my mood with anger by blockingAgoglifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468811705676599388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698331.post-19018574224819747842008-11-26T04:41:00.000-08:002012-01-17T05:40:02.743-08:00Untitled
He screamed in joy as India scored the final required runs against England. It was the second game in the series and India inched closer to winning it. Santosh has always been a fanatic of the game, be it to play or to watch, and Ganguly and Tendulkar are Gods he worshiped, and he felt they delivered more frequently than the unknown almighty. It was close to midnight, and Nura had slept, curlingAgoglifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468811705676599388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698331.post-87125401479010110742007-07-04T13:38:00.000-07:002012-01-17T05:35:20.427-08:00Enna satham intha neram
She was holding my hand, sad since she's going to leave me. It was a bright afternoon and I was in Chennai domestic airport. I bought an entry ticket for Rs.20 and went in, rolling her big suitcase. She had Da Vinci's code novel in her right hand,tucked in firmly. Her dress was a beautiful red salwar kameez with a free flowing hair. Her eyes were dry and red. She asked if she can get a bottle ofAgoglifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468811705676599388noreply@blogger.com