Short stories & poems

History is full of stories of kings and Queens who wanted to rule by the sword. However, at one time they had no choice but to put down the sword and rule by the heart.

People are thirsty for love and affection. Even before they had settled down to start family, they would do tasks like hunting, safeguarding their land in groups and team work.

Then came a time that it's the people who gained the...

Fools, thought Piper. He was sure his captors thought this would be the end of him. Perhaps the Duke of this manor thought it funny that Piper would die by rats. And yet, they just strapped the key to his escape to his stomach. They must have that thought with out his flute, Piper would be helpless against the very creatures he controlled. In truth the only discomfort Piper faced were the rat's sh...

when i was child my mother used to do anger on me and beat me by plastic hand fan stick which is usually called as pakkhi in punjabi Culture. She used to beat me whenever i do something also there is a culture of Punjabi's family you have bardasht the voilences because Punjabi's mother do it as very easy and in small talks like something little misbehave. so whenever she used to beat i escape und...

Eleanor had been told, repeatedly by her father before that fateful day, that she must not cry. She must not speak out. She must not call out or try to talk to her mother. Her mother had told her in the years to this point, that this day might come.

They lived in dark times where powerful men had started rounding up women. Accusations of witchcraft and worshipping the devil. There was no f...

Комната была огромной, без окон, или других проблесков света. В этой комнате делались ужасные пытки разными способами. В этих пытках не был задействован человек, по крайнем мере во время них. Комната представляла себе темное сырое помещение, с бетонными стенами, крышей, под ногами была грязь, земля, никаких растений.

Предворительно, человек который готовил место пытки населял его каким то существ...

I know that the medieval times had the worst torture machines and devices. People were hanged with these instruments. I remembered one of them. The person puts on head to the place in the below and knife cuts his head . This is extremely horrible device in medieval times....

The air hung heavy with the scent of anticipation and poorly brewed coffee, a metaphorical miasma mirroring the existential weight of the moment. Professor Augustine Ainsworth, renowned semiotician and self-proclaimed deconstructor of the mundane, adjusted his spectacles and peered across the cluttered desk at his adversary.

"Professor Augustus Pedant," Ainsworth intoned, his voice dripping with...

As I stood in front of the crowd, I felt the air quiver with anticipation as they waited for my next move.

I had been declared their hero, their saviour and as they watched and waited I couldn't help but feel so utterly unqualified.

The hulking figure walked towards me, their jacket moved in the breeze, the midday sun reflecting from their pistol, their face shrouded under the shadow of their wi...

The land is barren. There is nobody out, except wilderness and wild creatures, who can surprise us and kill any one of us.

In this state of mind, we came up to the shores of the river and wondered what our next move should be. Shall we take the plunge in the river with whatever we had or we just make this wilderness our last resting home.

We could just about see, the trees, the grass much more ...

It had been a long ten years. Ten years ago, before she could vote, the world had changed. No one had foreseen how quickly it would change, many predicted it would.

Lily, as she was known then, could only watch it unfold in horror as the authoritarian theocracy overtook what was once hailed as the shining beacon of democracy. The domino effect it had around the world was swift. So began Lily's ...