Short stories

Cassie’s Monday

Wed, 3 Oct 2007 17:38:00 +0100

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 8.44a

A cold, cruel, and ruthless world

Wed, 3 Oct 2007 17:37:56 +0100

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 s

Meet Jack Ryan

Wed, 3 Oct 2007 17:37:08 +0100

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 think

Shattered Paradise

Wed, 3 Oct 2007 17:19:10 +0100

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 ferocity

The Unanswered Question

Wed, 3 Oct 2007 17:17:43 +0100

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 Bombay’s