Archive for the ‘Short Stories’ Category

Existence

Existence

Varun 10 B2| October 27, 2014

Verkoyansk; Siberia, Russia.
The magnificent, luminous rays of sunlight assaulted his eyes, as he reluctantly arose from his sleep, to bask in the warmth of the fresh summer

Inexistent Perceptions

Inexistent Perceptions

Layal Wehbe 10 G1 | October 21, 2014 Constantly, I find myself questioning the validity of my existence or whether the world that we consider our own, is nothing but an esoteric illusion. With each day that passes, I feel myself slipping into delirium and find it harder to accept that this life I embrace […]

Twilight

Twilight

By Neiha S Khan Lasharie, 11 June 2013
..this blue silenced them both. And it silenced the city too, as if a celestial body had decided to cloak everything in a transparent sheet of aquamarine, city lights shining through tints, distorted, making it look like small golden fairies were dancing every where.

The Dragonflies

The Dragonflies

By Teresa Francis, 25 March 2013

When the dragonflies arrived, we knew it was summer. They would skim lightly over the freshly mown grass and we’d know that finally it was time for beaches and popsicles and the glorious sun. I was, however, never a summer person.

Seeking the Truth

Seeking the Truth

By Teresa Francis, 11 March 2013

He crouched silently behind the photocopier machine, and said a silent prayer. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he listened to the menacing footsteps grow louder. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, but he was conscious of the swelling fear in his throat.

The Ferris Wheel

The Ferris Wheel

Shaday Collie, 14 September 2012
The sun was obscured by a cluster of menacingly, angelic clouds fighting, in vain, to grace her with its soothing rays of comfort. The air was still and unresponsive, closing in on her feeble disposition.

The Writer

The Writer

Nikita Vyas, 15 May 2012
I am writing for the first time after three and a half years. I don’t know why I stopped and I don’t know why I am starting today. I was like a magician without magic, a florist without flowers and an artist without paint.

A Journey to Nowhere

A Journey to Nowhere

Jurgienne Arizza, 21 April 2012
A giant lurch jolts you awake, and you open your eyes to the soothing warmth of sunlight caressing your cheeks, to the sharp bursts of air gulped greedily by your lungs, the bright summer morning gently forcing its way through your eyelids, which were still slightly held together by the sticky, heavy fingers of slumber.

Vivid Blindness

Vivid Blindness

Raya Bidshahri, 18 February 2012
Little by little, Catherine bestirred herself. Her siesta had been the most intense that she had ever experienced in her nineteen years of living. As she aroused herself into reality, her physique pounded and her cranium throbbed.

Dishonourable

Dishonourable

Aqilah Faaiqah, 27 January 2012
Where is it? I’ve searched high and low – rummaging through corners of my room I never knew existed, overturning any object that might be shrouding it, even emptying the putrefying contents of my trash bin only to be disappointed […]

Schuberg Humperdinkle Plays Something New

Schuberg Humperdinkle Plays Something New

Rohan Roberts, 27 January 2012
Schuberg Humperdinkle was a teenage musical genius. If you grabbed hold of all the musicians in the world and tossed them in a heap he’d be right there at the top of the pile.

Forever Ago

Forever Ago

Teresa Francis, 14 January 2012
Ms. Vernon was a woman whose wisdom was incredibly apparent. She was a few kilos overweight, though this did not stop anyone who saw her from realizing that once upon a time, she was probably a great beauty […]

An Overdue Death

An Overdue Death

Aqilah Faaiqah, 14 January 2011
Darkness swallowed the sky as thunders bellowed the sinister call of death. The air of grimness thickened and suffocated the once joy-filled soul of Haley. The final annihilation was advancing and there were no escape routes this time.

Delora’s Felicity

Delora’s Felicity

Aqilah Faaiqah, 14 January 2011
Love – an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment. But Delora’s definition of love was deviant; it was unparallel to what many romance novels have portrayed.

Flames

Flames

Edeline D’Souza 14 January 2011
People never really pay attention to the droning safety procedures of fire protocol, knowing or rather believing that nothing will ever strike them in the strangest of times and the most terrifying of circumstances. I was one of those people.

The Mind Reader

The Mind Reader

Raya Bidshahri, 11 January 2012
Caroline’s eyelids snapped open to reveal her vivid hazel pupils as the tiresome alarm beeped away. Confined in a state of utter lethargy, She slammed her heavy palm against the obnoxious machine. It took a few moments for her to gain consciousness from the vigorous sleep she had been in.

Ignition and Lift Off

Ignition and Lift Off

Raya Bidshahri, 7 January 2011
After decades of aspiring and years of training, Noah was alas face-to-face with one of his greatest desires. For as long as his memory had served him, he had stared at the spectacular starry skies, open-mouthed in wonder […]

The Open Door

The Open Door

Neiha Lasharie, 19 Dec 2011
I could feel my heart pounding. It was as if five thousand drums played simultaneously in my rib cage, the bass reverberating through my bones until my entire body shook with the percussion, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

Oblivion

Oblivion

Raya Bidshahri, 18 December 2011
Ava plodded along the soggy pavement, her glossy ebony hair glimmering under the dusky night sky that besieged her. She swathed herself in a cable-knit sweater for the brisk breeze was stabbing into her olive skin […]

The Open Door

The Open Door

Heleriin Hein 16 Dec 2011
The bright red flame peered into the narrow pearl green grassland which opened the landscape to a beaming warm sunlight. The drizzle-filled air created a wet blanket of moisture that covered the muggy land.

The Open Door

The Open Door

Shafnaa Kasim 16 December 2o11
The September dusk was heavily aerated with intense smell of the dying hues of the last rays of the burning star and a melancholic ending to the summer that year.

The Open Door

The Open Door

Edeline D’Souza 16, December 2011
The steady progress of the sun as it crept its way across the multi-hued sky, trying in vain to catch up with the border of darkness that sped to the unknown.

The Open Door

The Open Door

Teresa Francis, 16 December 2011
When you get started on your very first job, you have an absolutely disgusting happy outlook on everything. You feel special, and you feel needed. After a while, you shall taste your first cynical thought. It may be something as simple as ‘she’s such a suck-up’ but it will taste bitter in your mouth, like accidental pith in an otherwise delicious lemon tart.

The Logophile

The Logophile

Raya Bidshahri, 18 November 2011
The lover of words had ensconced herself on the tired armchair. Her slim fingers clutched an ebony pen as she stared hungrily at the notebook that lay before her. Its bleached pages were bare, but this wouldn’t be for long.

The Futile Search

The Futile Search

Ysabella Manlangit, 18 November 2011
The feelings I had were unexplainable, though I thought I was prepared for this moment. I had to be; after all these years it was all I ever hoped for.

The Seamstress

The Seamstress

Aqilah Faaiqah, 4 November 2011
She curled her fingers around the frigid metallic hand wheel as a flood of memories seized her mind and the whiff of rust tickled her nostrils.

If Only She Knew

If Only She Knew

Raya Bidshahri, 28 October 2011
His eyes unlatched and greeted the open air but he had yet to gain consciousness. It took a few languorous breaths until his powers of recall were restored.

The Wave

The Wave

Shennin Pieries, 21 Oct 2011

I sat in my dusty, antiquated attic. It had a single window illuminating the room, and had a deep, rich smell of lost history and hidden knowledge. It was then that I stumbled upon a box.

The Story of a Poet

The Story of a Poet

Shaday Collie, 8 October 2011

A story about an aspiring poet.

Love Hurts

Love Hurts

Shaday Collins, 15 April ’11

My head was a massive ball of lead crushing the feathery pillow underneath, pulsing with an ineffable pain like the pang of a bullet as it explodes in the gut of your belly.

Last Morning in Saint Petersburg

Last Morning in Saint Petersburg

Rohan Roberts 31 March ’11
The bright summer nights of Saint Petersburg had kept Nathan awake for nigh on three weeks now. He cursed softly as the alarm on his mobile phone rang its annoying, nondescript chime.

Destiny

Destiny

Nikita Vyas, 27 March ’11
Today, I was yelled at by my boss for wearing a red hair band, I mean it’s not a violation of the law is it?

No is not an option

No is not an option

Suheir Hasanain 4 March ’11
A whimsical tale about a girl who can’t take no for an answer.

Emotions

Emotions

Heleriin Hein, 11th Feb, 2011
The light creeped up the remains of a staircase and revealed a wide-eyed, voiceless young girl. The room looked like it had been abandoned for centuries and was filled with old-fashioned furniture.

Food for thought

Food for thought

Jurgienne Arizza Gomez, 7 June 2010
“Food for thought” is a gritty and abrasive short story about a girl’s struggle against bulimia. Narrated with powerful candour, the story will leave the reader mildly disconcerted but wholly impressed with the writer’s realism.

Yours Forever

Yours Forever

Tannya Jajal, 5 June 2010
A poignant story about love, loss, and emotional trauma told with excellent narrative skill by the deputy headgirl, Tanya Jajal. This story will cause the reader to re-examine the relationships we take for granted.

Gone

Gone

Eliqa Jaafar, 5th June 2010
A story of a lonely and abandoned teenager, told with heartfelt sincerity and wonderful narrative skill.

Lost and Found

Lost and Found

Mehvash Khan, 5th June 2010 The alarm bells continue to ring in his ear as he sprints along the sandy road, dust rising around him. Farther and farther away he runs, trying to get away from that monstrosity of a building. Glancing back, the institution looms out of the darkness, almost scorning him and daring […]

Memoirs of a Snark

Memoirs of a Snark

Neiha Lasharie, 5th June 2010 Zombies. I’m sure you’ve heard of ’em. Aren’t they the nicest of creatures, always on the hunt for delicious, juicy human brains to eat, maybe washing it down with gut juice and all those fluids that make up the surprisingly disgusting and downright repulsive innards of the human body. Colorful, I […]