Short stories
 
 
Cassie’s Monday
Spring 2007 - 17 years old
More than four hours of sleep is a luxury only afforded to the very organised. Sunday night is the only time for doing homework. Rubbing one’s eyes as you lethargically walk up to a form room at
 
A cold, cruel, and ruthless world
Spring 2006 - 16 years old
There were five people scattered around the cold, unwelcoming enclosure. The quarter just around the corner from the secretary’s desk had the customary furnishings which consisted of a black leather
 
Meet Jack Ryan
Spring 2004 - 14 years old
In the beginning I was born. Well, actually nine months before that my mum had been dating this really wonderful guy and they had fallen in love. One of those really corny stories, I know but I
 
Shattered Paradise
Spring 2003 - 13 years old
The boats were smashed to splinters. Their hulls were now fated to become firewood. Even the coast guard skipper had been ripped right out of the sea and hurled at the picturesque beach. The
 
The Unanswered Question
Spring 2002 - 12 years old
The little boy fought back the tears. He had been kicked out of the way by an upper class Brahmin named Dr.Chandrapaul. The year was 1985 and several high-rise buildings were sprouting out of
 
Writing short stories is fun because you can experiment with your daydreams and imagined tales in just a few hundred words. Incidentally, it seems I didn’t write anything in 2005.
This page was interesting to compile because you can see my writing change over the years.