Hello! Could there be another time to discuss 'Urban Nightmare' ? That's the theme for this month's WEP Challenge. And aren't we living it every moment? I've attempted a flash, and while the premise remains the same (I can't seem to break away from my preferred style of writing) but I've attempted not to talk … Continue reading Urban Nightmare- WEP June
Category: Short Stories (छोटी सी कहानी)
Some of those flash fictions- a hundred word tale, mostly written on prompts from Women’s Web or Momspresso. If you can’t read really really long pieces, these short tales are sure to fill a teeny weeny corner of your heart!
If there’s one thing we inherit from our mothers…
Hi friends One of my short stories titled "If there's one thing we inherit from our mothers, it's certainly their madness' was picked up by Women's Web for the Muse of the Month Contest. I had titled the story 'Crazy Scribbles from Mom' but the title was changed by the portal. Also, I struggled to … Continue reading If there’s one thing we inherit from our mothers…
WEP February 2020- Results
Here are the results of WEP February 2020. An invigorating prompt "Cafe Terrace" . I feel elated to have made it to the final shortlist. Do check out the results as well as the lovely blurbs by Nilanjana here.. https://writeeditpublishnow.blogspot.com/2020/03/winners-post-february-challenge-cafe.html?showComment=1583836454123&m=1#c420270527662223850 You can read my entry here, https://soniadogra.com/2020/02/19/wep-iwsg-february-2020-cafe-terrace/ Check out the winner Anstice Brown with her … Continue reading WEP February 2020- Results
WEP/IWSG February 2020- Café Terrace
The first WEP Challenge of 2020 is here. To read more about it, visit here And here is my take on the prompt which is a popular painting by Vincent Van Gogh, given here... Café Terrace Ah! The balmy mornings of late summer. How I love the sun on my back and on those wicker … Continue reading WEP/IWSG February 2020- Café Terrace
Muse of the Month
Friends, after trying hard for one long year to find a place in Muse of the Month, a monthly short story writing contest held by Women's Web, here is my story "Sister Stranger Saviour" that makes it to the annual anthology. Woven around a prompt from Amanda Lovelace's poem, do read it here. https://www.womensweb.in/2019/12/sister-stranger-saviour-dec19wk3sr/ Happy … Continue reading Muse of the Month
WEP/IWSG December Challenge- FOOTPRINTS
It's time for the WEP Challenge- the first for me! To read more about it visit here FOOTPRINTS The door slammed shut behind Chander. Dropping his bag to the ground, he made his way to the hallway. A strong musty odour filled the place. Such a contrast to the scent of fresh pine and hot … Continue reading WEP/IWSG December Challenge- FOOTPRINTS
आसमान का रंग
(Image source: pixabay) एक बार की बात है, एक आदमी बीमार पड़ गया तो उसे अस्पताल में भर्ती करवा दिया गया। वह पूरा दिन बिस्तर पर पड़ा रहता था। उसके कमरे में बस एक छोटा सा रोशनदान था, जिससे आसमान साफ नज़र आता था। मगर आकाश के एक टुकड़े के सिवा उसे कुछ न दिखाई … Continue reading आसमान का रंग
To the Writer’s Abode
The sun peeped in through the voile curtains, drawing a thin line across the bed. The boy tossed around and then pulled a blanket to cover his face. But the sun continued to coax him before he sat up in his bed and looked at his sister sleeping next to him, still oblivious of the … Continue reading To the Writer’s Abode
Our Souls are Flecked with Friendship
Our souls, I believe, are flecked with friendship. You know, we are mostly lucky to find friends at several crossroads. Not all of them are forever, but they do stay like cold, fresh mornings that are rather sharp, but then also so raw and completely unorthodox. Yes, the most beautiful relationships are so unconventional. And … Continue reading Our Souls are Flecked with Friendship
Letting Go
Sabeena’s fingers ran through each contour of the picture on the table. She paused to look at the silhouette of a bigger version in the dimly lit room. It was a huge frame… sixty by twenty inches…that stood behind an olive green supercilious easy chair. The warmth of the fireplace beneath filled her heart with … Continue reading Letting Go
