Archive for the ‘Short Story’ Category
Mariam | 10th November 2014
I prefer to remember her as fiery, defiant and passionate. That’s how I tell her story, I tell them about the fire that crackled in her eyes, and the crinkles of concentration of her face when she wrote in her convoluted little black notebook; I tell them about […]
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
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 […]
Anant Sharma | September 23, 2014
The moon was risen, an ivory body of luminescence that washed the world below in pale silver; everything seemed ethereal, glowing by such moonlight.
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.
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.
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.
By Shaday Collie, 1 Oct 2012
Ginger sat cheerfully in the polished, plastic cover chairs of the head mistress office. It wasn’t the first time she’d been there, or the second, in fact she was such a regular visitor that she was pretty familiar with the routine.
Shennin Pieries, 29 September 2012
She sat there idly in the corner of a bleak hospital waiting room. The walls were tinted a faded hue of grey and lime green. The florescent lights above her buzzed aggravatingly and flickered every two minutes.
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.
Teresa Francis, 15 Aug 2012
The boy was confused with what the old man had told him. He had approached him for directions, a wizened, hunched, character, unusually dressed in a tux wearing glasses that looked old […]
Teresa Francis, 18 May 2012
I’ve met several fascinating characters through the course of my life, but Robin, the first true friend I can say I’ve had, as well as the first person I have ever loved—platonically, not amorously—has always had a special place in my heart. […]
Teresa Francis, 27 January 2012
I hate walking back home. On the days my mother is too busy at work and therefore cannot pick me up, I have to walk […]
Raya Bidshahri 23 January 2012
Untold numbers of skyscrapers towered over one another, thrusting up into the dusky urban sky. Here and there, myriads of lights glowed and if one gazed for long enough one could perceive them increase in numbers […]
Shennin Pieries, 28 October 2011
Lucy sat at the corner booth of the diner, having her usual: pancakes and honey with whipped cream on the side, topped with a single strawberry.
Teresa Francis, 14 October 2011
Matthew sat on his usual stool, despondent, dull, and dim. He felt uninspired, but more than that, he felt empty, a complex messy feeling that he couldn’t quite comprehend and couldn’t quite understand the depth of. How was it possible that a single person could make one feel so defeated, so useless?
Raya Bidshahri, 15 April ’11
As I marched up the stairs, the crestfallen trees shivered, clattering their leaves. I could have sworn they knew, or rather sensed my feelings of confusion and dejection.
Raya Bidshari 24 Feb, ’11
A new take on an old story, Raya vividly dramatises an age-old tale of the clash between good and evil.
Shaday Collie, 17 Feb ’11
No. No. This can’t be happening. Is it the same Mary Browns?
Shennin Pieries 5th Feb ’11
His eyes finally took shape. The look in them was almost inhuman. Half determined, half tentative and very alluring – all trouble.
Teresa Francis, 4th February ’11
A whimsical tale about the disappearance of Roald Dahl!
Ishita Sharma, 12 June ’10
We all treasure our appearance and value people’s opinion of us. But what happens when an otherwise pretty and confident teenager starts to lose her hair? How does one cope? “Alopecia Areata” is a piercing dramatisation of an illness that could affect anyone at any time.
Faiza Syed, 7 June 2010
“Something Special” is a delightful and heart warming coming-of-age story about finding direction and meaning in life and getting inspired.
Rachel Long, 5 June 2010
“You thought you had nothing” is a bold story told with wonderful control and honesty. It takes a close look at the harshness and unfairness of life and affords the reader the opportunity to consider the small blessings in life.