The Fat Man
On the top floor of the high-rise; in the dimly lit corner room, the shadows lurked around, murmured and sighed in exasperation....
Held in October 2020 · 480 to 500 words · 31 entries
"The clock struck twelve." Include this line anywhere in your 500-word story.
Prompt by Husna Thaslim
On the top floor of the high-rise; in the dimly lit corner room, the shadows lurked around, murmured and sighed in exasperation....
‘TRANSssssssFORMmmm….’ A small string of light emanated from the wand like an electric current. Derek moved forward anticipating to fly. He fluttered...
The clock struck 12. The red notifications on my Social Media apps multiplied. Discount deals on chocolates, flowers, fancy gowns and diamond...
The summer sun is shining bright but the valley resonates a deafening silence. Beads of perspiration coat my temple, the excruciating pain...
Niranjan Shastri for the umpteenth time pranced to the door and returned. The bell had rung twice and he waited not very...
I was going to school, there I saw her right in front of my house. She had shining golden hair, the most...
“Madamji, your breakfast.” Sufi looked up from her book to give Ram a grateful smile but he had already scuttled away. She...
Seema retired to her bed at her usual time but not before she wound up the ‘old fashioned’ alarm clock that ‘woke...
“Rukmini has made it a habit to remain absent without informing “, Meera was muttering under her breath as she hastily washed...
The moment I was selectively dislodged from my space, I knew I was nearing death. Not that I couldn’t revolt, but I...
I was sleeping peacefully snuggled under my warm comforter when the continuous beeps from my cell phone made me woke up with...
‘Saar, are you listening? At least let me make one phone call before I forget her number.’ I pleaded. ‘Bhupp,’ I heard...
The courtroom was packed with people. Everyone had gathered to hear the final judgment in the high profile murder case that had...
The day dawned like any other in June, gloomy and damp. Sukumaran gazing fondly at his wife Sarojini, wrapped his hands around...
Saturday, 1st April 2006 Meera rolled down the windows of her cab for a breath of fresh air. Unlike the humid air...
Mrs.Rose BarnOwl got up with a start as the grandfather clock of Mr. McDonald’s Barn struck twelve. How scary these human beings...
The clock struck twelve. The repeated hammering of the ancient gong dislogded timid Tony from his hiding place in the clock and...
The idea struck when they were balancing on one leg holding each other's ears on the bench. Mir and Bhanu decided now...
15th August 1947, New Delhi Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, now the time comes when we shall redeem...
His eyes kept straying to the big wall clock. He had just about learnt to tell that a clock had two hands....
“Abba, I am scared... I am s-s-scared of dying,” little Uzza blubbered. All of 5, the child had seen and experienced pain...
March 2020 “Yayy, you got him! I love you Daddy,” eight-year-old Shanaya shrieked, lifting me up from the ribboned basket. I licked...
“Marry a cow,” said Swamiji without flinching a muscle in his face. “What?” the supreme star, as he was known in the...
The Earl of Cavern sat at the foot of the vast ebony hued dinning table. “My Darling! What a glorious day it...
With a nonplussed look, Vivek watched as Rajan Bhai instructed his son, Montu, to stuff the bag with bottles of Vodka. "Confused?"...
It was a bitter winter night. A steady curtain of snow fell. The ensuing chill kissed the stone walls of the cottage...
Damn it! That maligning prober. That godforsaken ECG machine eavesdrop, clinging to my thoracic home. The tattletale encrypted my movements in zigzag...
The moors belong to another time. Our sun never shines here. The rook like castle that is perched on the hill has...
These are the moments you live for. The soothing sea-breeze caresses our cheeks, whispering secrets of faraway lands. Splattering the sky in...
“You will all receive an hour. There will be a warning bell at 11.55 to signal the last five minutes. The papers...
The dilapidated house at the end of the street has been your home for long. The kids, screaming and laughing at you,...