Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Slowly and steadily I grasped that this is not my house…it’s theirs…I was merely a medium to cook for them and give them an heir. My status was nothing more than a servant.
Their hearts were close by and they could sense each other’s breath. The first rays of sun shone on their faces and they took deep breaths and fulfilled their promise.
Two abandoned poor siblings strive hard to survive the chilling winter with the thoughts of a blue blanket
A letter written by a mother to her daughter who was aborted because she was a girl…Dear daughter,I never had longed to be alone,
She was roughly fainted. She half opened her eyes and what she saw was tear-jerking. That man gave her father an excellent sum and then took her in arms and left.
Story on female child discrimination. It is story of a father, who is missing his daughter, who was killed by her in-laws for giving birth to a female baby.
