Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Published by shyam sundar bulusu in category Editor's Choice | Paranormal Experience | Suspense and Thriller with tag Dream | killer | knife | police | psychiatrist | son | spirit
Editor’s Choice: Rishi was walking along a badly lit corridor, seemingly endlessly. The tall man ahead of him kept walking without looking behind. Suddenly, the tall man reached a door and knocked on it.
Published by shyam sundar bulusu in category Friends | Funny and Hilarious | Love and Romance with tag beach | coffee | Friends | office
“Did you see? She smiled at me, man,” Rakesh the optimist said.“That’s unbridled optimism, dude,” Kumar the dampener responded.
Published by shyam sundar bulusu in category Love and Romance | Social and Moral with tag beautiful | boyfriend | burn | hospital | pain | parents
She looked at him incredulously. She adjusted the soft cotton dupatta covering the left side of her face and spoke. When she spoke, the words were slurred.
Published by shyam sundar bulusu in category Editor's Choice | Social and Moral with tag Friends | house | Inspector | old | park | son | suicide
Editor’s Choice:Ignoring the breathlessness, disregarding the pain in the joints and consumed by implacable humiliation they climbed the wooden bench.They held hands in undying support.
Published by shyam sundar bulusu in category Family | Social and Moral with tag abortion | daughter | mistake | Mother | parents | pregnant | son
Sonali was lying on her cot in a foetal posture. She had her face to the wall and was sobbing uncontrollably. Sujata melted in pity for the poor girl and sat down beside her.
Published by shyam sundar bulusu in category Social and Moral with tag brave | daughter | evil | Mother | rape
One person jumped down, violently pushed Susheela down and pounced upon Rashmi. He started dragging her by her arm into the Maruti.
Published by shyam sundar bulusu in category Paranormal Experience | Suspense and Thriller with tag dead | ghost | grandfather | Rain | SPIXer | tsunami | village
The incessant sound of pouring rain was broken by loud knocks on the door, which creaked open, throwing insufficient illumination from a fly-blown, grime-coated forty-watt bulb
Published by shyam sundar bulusu in category Social and Moral with tag blood | death | gun | Teacher | terrorist
I am lost in deep thought. That’s what I do now-a-days…think. How did I end up here, in this 8×6 cell? There are no windows. The walls and ceiling are bare
Published by shyam sundar bulusu in category Poetry with tag Mom | rape | woman
I started as a speck lifeless, Inside a place dark and moist; I was probed and I was tested, I was loved and cared for, too,I grew in size and ….
Published by shyam sundar bulusu in category Social and Moral with tag divorce | domestic violence | dowry | gender discrimination | girl | marriage | rape
I, a divorcee, am now the target of every lust-filled eye. I finish chores and hurry home head bent. I learnt to ignore taunts and jibes, but still they hurt.
