You don’t know Hari Xanto?
“Do you know of Hari Xanto?” An inexplicably bubbly woman with a smile as wide as her face directed the question to me. I should answer, I guess. “Who?” “Hari Xanto! You don’t know Hari Xanto?” “I guess not” “Well, my boy, you are missing out on knowing one of the most wonderful characters in
- Published in Short Story
The Air seems Nice
The air seems nice today. Nice; like the doorman of this building. Nice fellow he was. A little black, I guess, but nice nonetheless. It blows into my eyes, this air, making them water. At this point, I might as well call it wind. Is it still called wind if we are going against the
- Published in Flash Fiction, Short Story
Hand to Heart
‘Okay, here I am. What have you cooked up now?’ ‘Rexcom-43, Mallori. It will solve all the problems we’ve ever had with their kind. No more wars, no more hatred, No more total annihilation’ ‘That’s a tall claim to make, Tchugari. We eventually fail at every iteration of this intelligence. The more free will they
- Published in Comedy, Sci-Fi, Short Story
Black God
Black God This is a story about you, told by me. It waivers here and there but this is your story. Here you come now. You enter the library, radiant as the day you were born. I know that. You wore clothes considered inappropriate by half the population and blasphemous by the other half. Clothes
- Published in Religion, Short Story
Red, Orange, Green, Wet
The kid woke up early today. He never wakes this early. He rubbed his eyes, said a little prayer, began his day. Mother & Father are still sleeping, so are Brother & Sisters. The red blanket on them looks a little wet, it must’ve rained. The footpath under the bridge was too crowded last night,
- Published in Short Story