Author: Roger

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snow storieo
Apr 1

Blizzard

Sometimes children teach us the most wonderful lessons.    I remember the first time I learned that children are way more valuable than we give them credit for.  This story is a little bizarre. I know most people will dismiss it as the imagination of a lunatic, but I want you to know that this…

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Mar 15

Humanity

A short story with a moral about the truly important things in life.    I live in a small town called Alek. The population is less than five hundred and we are crammed in a small area. So basically almost everyone knows everyone. Or at least everyone knows of everyone. The incident I wish to…

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It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold. I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend's wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was…

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Dede walked up the narrow pathway leading to a desolate house. The house was unkempt, overgrown with moss and ivy. She wondered if anyone still lived there when she saw a shadowy figure move across the hall through the window. She went up to the door and knocked. A silver haired woman with wrinkled skin…

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Story: Believe
Feb 5

Believe

“…..I can’t believe the boy doesn’t speak Hindi.” “The ocean washed over all my sorrows. You should try it too.” “The ocean won’t help now. She’s ruined.” “So young.. And yet..” “Ruined.” “She can get back on her feet… can’t she?” The girl listened to all the advice pouring over her. She didn’t want any…

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That was a very brave thing you did boy” quivered the old man. “Very brave, indeed.   The boy twisted in his bed uncomfortably, unable to push away the nightmares that ailed him. His eighteenth birthday was in three days and he had to make a choice. Ever since he was a child, he wanted…

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She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. Her face wore no expression and she stared meaninglessly into the distance. There was hardly any sunlight on that grey, glum morning and the traffic…