Short Stories

CHAPTER 4: IN RINGS - RAPED BY THE DEVIL

By the time the rickety car started again, there was a new passenger. Since she’d blatantly refused to be taken back inside, the only other opportunity they imagined would make things right would be to give her a ride.

CHAPTER 3: IN RINGS - RAPED BY THE DEVIL

The only sound that could be heard from the room was the screams of a woman. In fact, her screams could be heard above the midwife’s encouragement to ‘push!! Puussshhh.” Her pain was manifested in three different languages- all of which she spoke fluently on any other day except today.

CHAPTER 2 : IN RINGS - RAPED BY THE DEVIL

IN RINGS – RAPED BY THE DEVIL

“Next!” one of the nurses behind the table bellowed to no particular patient. Her second “next!!” sounded angrier than the first and she adjusted her spectacles on the rims of her nose in anticipation of whoever would rise. A thin woman with a very fat belly stood up this time and walked the distance to the table in a manner that would  make anybody’s patience ran out.

IN RINGS – RAPED BY THE DEVIL

Inside the wardrobe was dark. The kind of darkness that felt like home because the light outside was not very warm. In fact it was no light at all – just dim electricity and a gun pointed at her husband as one of the hooded men screamed his guts at him. 

My Financial Career

When I go into a bank I get rattled. The clerks rattle me; the wickets rattle me; the sight of the money rattles me; everything rattles me.

Fat And Thin

Two friends -- one a fat man and the other a thin man -- met at the Nikolaevsky station. The fat man had just dined in the station and his greasy lips shone like ripe cherries.

Change Yourself and not The World

Long ago, people lived happily under the rule of a king. The people of the kingdom were very happy as they led a very prosperous life with an abundance of wealth and no misfortunes.

The Cripple

The following adventure happened to me about 1882. I had just taken the train and settled down in a corner, hoping that I should be left alone, when the door suddenly opened again and I heard a voice say: "Take care, monsieur, we are just at a crossing; the step is very high."

Parable of the Pencil

In “Like the Flowing River” by Paulo Coelho, there is a story about a pencil. Below given is the gist of the story.

The lost son of a lost man

He banged….then knocked… then tapped on the door. Every hit less determined than the one before it as though he was just realising how intensely termites had feasted on the waned door.