Once upon a time, there was a wizened old king by the name of Sultan. In his younger days, he was once the most eligible bachelor/playboy there ever was in the flagrant town of Malabar. He’d reached power through a series of devious plots, and then had been King for the longest, got all the…
Author: Amel Rahman
Amel Rahman is a writer who has successfully procrastinated the completion of her first novel for the past ten years and is currently attempting the Guinness title for the same (as soon as she persuades the authorities to institute the category). Her future novels include "Learn to Procrastinate Today", "Ghost Writing for Ghosts", and "Let the Universe write your novel for you". Feedback, Awards, and money can be sent to amelabrs@gmail.com.
A Sibling to Boss Around
Kabir was a fine man, the kind that was loved by everyone in the village, helpful to the poor as he was to the rich. He had only one fault. He loved his children, all four of them. A bit too much. And he would do anything for them. His youngest one, Muhassin, wanted a…
How to Skin a Human Alive….For Dummies
She lay on the plank. With her disgusting nudity. You might think that sort of thing excites me. But no. I am not in it for the screams. Sometimes, you need to do things cos you gotta do it. Expectations were abound. And often times, you did things out of peer pressure. Like skinning someone…
The House by the Hills
Dear Sister, I write this letter in haste, and I pray to Allah it reaches you on time. Amir’s situation is dire, just as before. But what is worse, his wife has left him, taking my precious granddaughter with her. The house seems empty now. Deserted. It is like Allah has smote my son with…
I Hate Love Stories (They just make me cry)
The papers lay on the café table, struggling to escape from under a turmeric-stained coaster. But it was going nowhere, neither of us was letting it free. This time, I had decided that I would try hard not to cry. It must seem silly, these tears. My situation was so much better than his….
The Itch
This itch I swear. It shall be the death of me. I fear sometimes, that it will come with me to the grave. I shall be all of six feet under, my family weeping their goodbyes. And right then, when the angels of death, truly terrifying creatures that we know that they are, their eyes…
My Artsy Dreams
“You think that you change clay. But I think clay changes you” Nowadays, this is the kind of sentence that I repeat a few times a day like it is a medical prescription. This is because I have suddenly become an artist. It happened over the weekend. When I walked by chance into a curious…
Such a Roach
I feel the disgust rise within me. When I see the Roach. It’s there everywhere. This insect. Work, Play, everywhere. The Roach. He looks like me, sometimes. He wants to be like me, I think. He’s trying, it seems, To make something good, For a while. But then I see, He’s a Roach. He prefers…
AI for the Indian Girl
Sowmya is trapped at a wedding. Still single, and aunties ready for attack, can technology save her?
The Lost Tooth
She opened her bleary eyes, when the cat, all seven pounds of squirming flesh, climbed onto her belly. Squinting into the sunlight streaming in from the open window, she discovered that she was now the weary possessor of a pounding headache, and at some point, had managed to lose both a tooth and a spouse….
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