MayShortReads13: The Fad
A short story about the fads of belief and authenticity and the law. And uh, beauty.
Fiction
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MayShortReads12: Pain
Turena wipes the wood-top desk and arranges the white sheet over it. It’s impractical, she has been told, but that’s what an architect would think. No artist would deny the magic of a white surface, the dichotomy of blank or plain, the lure of bleeding the pristine. Funnily enough, that…
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MayShortReads11: The Belief Artist
“You’re a con. None of these things work.” said Shayla shaking the tiny glass bell with the silver heart for a clapper. It was pretty but Shayla wouldn’t admit that. She settled for holding it with the tips of her manicured fingers. “That’s not true. I don’t lie.” Deerun replied,…
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Protected: MayShortReads10: Feardom – A Hard Night’s Work
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MayShortReads 09: The Beautiful Face
Selena’s best friend was her mirror. She began her day with it and it was the last thing she looked at, before she turned off her lights. Her mirror showed clear skin pulled taut over large, dark eyes, that topped a straight, defined nose, which led down to perfect Cupid’s…
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MayShortReads 08: Rewriting History
This is my take on the origin story. I was at least slightly influenced by Rudyard Kipling’s ‘The Just So Stories’. I’m just rewriting history. Aren’t we all?
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MayShortReads 07: Bedtime
He doesn’t think it’s cheating. Nobody can point a finger at him for looking out of his own window. But Susheel admits, he wouldn’t tell anybody else about her. He hasn’t even talked to Reman about this thing and Reman is his best friend. But that was because in the…
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MayShortReads 06: Our Marriage Was A Movie
I was beautiful once, you know. You loved me, back then. You stared at me and smiled when you passed me by, on your way to work. You counted the minutes to freedom, when you could come visit me. You didn’t even mind that you had to queue up to…
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MayShortReads 05: Remember Me?
“Remember me? Remember me?” I want to run down the corridor, screaming. And you’ll look at me with disdainful non-recognition. Then, when I stop crestfallen and stumble on the last step, you’ll throw your head back and laugh. My cheeks burning, my eyes stinging and my nose suddenly all water…
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MayShortReads 04: The Battle Of The Sexes
She looked younger in real life. Younger, not better. At least, in the photograph on the website she was smiling. “Sandeep? Hi. Sharia.” He was already on his feet, shaking her hand. Then he stopped, hoping it wasn’t too vigorous a handshake and that her fingers weren’t hurting. He settled…
