Don’t Cut the Strings by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count: 1000 words | Genre: Drama

Gibran paced the floors of the Big Mall, checking in and out of every shoe store. He couldn’t find it, nothing even similar to it. But he kept looking, determined not to give up.

”It’s okay if you don’t find it” his wife placed her hand on his shoulder ”we will get her another pair.”

”No. She said she would like to have the same ones, the ones she whatsapped me.”

”This is the only mall left. We have been all across the city searching for her Cinderella shoes.”

This content is for members only. Please login or register.
Log In Register

Undone on Street by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1199 | Genre: Drama

He returned again, empty-handed, not as much as a cent in his hand. After an hour’s wait, he showed up nonchalantly.

“I didn’t get anything….nobody gave me anything”, he stammered to her raging glare. “They all shoo me away, what can I do….”

A tight slap across his cheek stopped him. Tears streamed their way on his smoky face.

“You lazy bum, you don’t move your ass around as much, do you! Just that damned traffic signal. That is where you linger about all the time. Who will give you anything there? They are already so hot and angry, waiting at the signal. You think they will even look at you. You have no sense.”

This content is for members only. Please login or register.
Log In Register

The Glass Jar by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: Going Home | Word Count: 497 | Genre: Drama

She looked back one last time, as her slender fingers clasped around the door knob. She retrieved her steps looking longingly at the picture on the coffee table. Her small world captured in a frame.

No, I cannot do this. I have to go. If I stay any longer, I will never have the courage to leave.

She turned the knob and shut the door behind her.


This content is for members only. Please login or register.
Log In Register

The Scrapbook by Sayantika Mandal

Prompt: The List  Word count: 1500 Genre: Literary, contemporary fiction

Arianna twirled the wrapper. Her heart skipped. Her fingers snapped at the crisp fortune cookie to reveal the tail of the white paper inside. Hurriedly, she took it out. Every flower blooms in its own sweet time. Munching on the cookie, she tried to fathom the words.

“Thank you, ma’am. Here’s your check,” the waiter set in on the table. Caroline signed it briskly and readied to leave the restaurant.

“Come on, Arianna. It’s time to go home,” Caroline’s voice was impatient. Arianna was still lost in her own world. The girl is always daydreaming, even her teachers at school has complained about it.

This content is for members only. Please login or register.
Log In Register

Impressions by Sayantika Mandal

Prompt: Conversation with my spouse | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Contemporary fiction, Literary

“The art gallery? You must be joking, Carol,” Heather was taken aback.

“Why not? Do you think this is not going to work?” Caroline asked, admiring herself in the living-room mirror. The contouring was perfect. She looked beautiful in the emerald green sheath dress.

“Come on, Carol, I never knew that you had any penchant for art! I would be surprised if this works,” Heather shrugged.

“I think it will, Heather. I’m getting late. See you,” Caroline stepped out of their shared apartment.

This content is for members only. Please login or register.
Log In Register