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Navras -9: Santam (Peace) FSF

He headed home with his little heavy bag and reluctance on his shoulder after a tiring day at school.

He stepped in his home ruffling the deafening silence with his footsteps and slipped into his room. 150 more words


Navras - 8: Amazement (Adhbutam) FSF

Under the blanket of stars both jumped onto the cot, sliding into the warmth and comfort nudging their father to tell a new tale.

Succumbing to their request, he called for the story teller inside him while caressing their hair. 141 more words


Five sentence fiction: I am special because..

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From the time, I was born, I have been addressed as this special kid who has become used to being wrapped in cotton wool. 159 more words

Five Sentence Fiction


We’re OK, Mom

“Still out there. Don’tcha think that they woulda at least changed vehicles?”

“Guess they don’t care that we know that they’re there.” 113 more words

Flash Fiction (under 250)

Hollow - Five Sentence Fiction

They could not bring themselves to look at his chair, to speak of him, to barely eat the food that had, as always, been laid out so beautifully in front of them. 145 more words

Creative Writing

Five Sentence Fiction: Breakfast

The morning’s brilliant sunshine belied the cool air, but the bumblebee, sluggish at breakfast on the spent seed head, foretold the change to come. The season had been awaiting the moment and the moment was here, and even as the day warmed and the bees efficiently bumbled on their way, grand and beautiful clouds appeared on the horizon, slowly, quietly parading across the sky, their size and numbers more dense each hour until by afternoon the blue overhead was hung with dreamy cotton and the voice of the wind whispered high in the treetops of what was to come. 212 more words


Sins for breakfast

The Sin-Eater ate the cake and honey on the dead man’s chest loudly; slopping, slurping, sacreligous. “You were lucky to have died when you did,” he chuckled, waving a filled fork at the corpse’s puffy face, “your wife’s cooking is truly sinful.” 172 more words