Childhood memories are always a good start at short story writing. It’s my humble advice to all writers that at least write one story based on your childhood memories.
The Lost Child
He went alone leaving his friends waiting impatiently. When he did not return for more than 15 minutes, things got serious.
THE THIEF
Being the kind of petty thief he was, he didn’t have any extravagant tools or any weapon; usually, the only things he carried with him on these ventures were a large sack and a lock-pick.
The 2003 story
What baffled the police about the case was that the body was found with a tatoo of a sapling. That was indeed singular. The dead man’s relatives later came and identified him.
Da.. Da…
He left home after a long battle with his parents over a financial issue. He was so upset with everything though something seemed to make him smile and busy all the time
Cursed son
The little boy hurt his toe,shot the man he never knew,’I am just a little bird’ said the boy,I haven’t got any wings,how can I fly??’,They left him in the corner of the street…
Something to Cover
One more big bouquet. That would be enough for tonight. Stalin was already carrying one heavy bouquet with his skinny hands
Fading of the Ringing Bells
Endless silence gripped us all four. Everyone seemed to be engrossed in recollecting the last moments spent with him.Samarth was the cutest kid
Be My Baby
He rubbed his eyes like a toddler and made faces to irritate her since she was an offender for waking him up at this hour. But suddenly…
THE TRIUMPH OF INNOCENCE
The tower clock in the busy Rajapura market entrance pointed to five in the morning. Gazing at the clock high up above his head there stood Vishal
