1987: A Short Story

2350 HOURS He pushed the door open, jolting the rubber stopper out of place. Back in the corridor, a flickering light bulb had its beams of light dancing on the shards of broken glass on the floor. Clearing his desk of all the stray papers with one swift move, he dropped the brown, premium leather […]

#Shorts: Illusions

The empty garden was made more beautiful with the presence of his friends. Separation had made them fonder in his eyes, and not that they were here, they couldn’t stop talking. Back and forth; it was like a dance. A minute later, he was reminded he was alone in the room, hoping for what had […]

Not a Lot of Words

CHAOS “Chaos. When you can’t wake up before 9 but college starts at 7. When you want Coke but get Pepsi. When there’s no Maggi. When you run out of [characters]” BLISS “The wife’s skull cracked open. Brains everywhere. He felt bliss.”

Burning Bridges – Chapter One

  Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Jason Fernandes rung the slightly rusty bell on his bike before turning […]

What’s in a Surname?

He wiped the sweat on his forehead with his leather – enclosed hand and placed it back on the trigger. His eyes flickered. Thoughts running faster than his heartbeats. “Anything?” he asked dryly. “No,” answered the man next to him. Max, was his name. Maximilian actually, Maximilian Hurst. Everybody called him Max, not because they […]

The Incidental Phone Call

As the man stepped out of the gymnasium and onto the clean, grey pavement, a trained eye watched him through the lens of a professional camera, as he shuffled his duffel bag from his left shoulder onto his right and wiped off some sweat from his forehead with a napkin he held in his left hand. The camera sat in the hands of Carl who sat in his blue sedan.

The Traitor: Chapter Five

The man cut the last link of chain and then pushed the links at the border of the hole a little apart to make the hole as big as it could possibly be. He did so very slowly and made almost no noise. The grounds were completely silent, apart from the deep grumbles of the engines of a couple of army jeeps in the distance. His forehead and neck glistened with sweat. He kept wiping it off with his glove-enclosed hand and as a result the glove was dripping wet by now. He kept blinking rapidly, partly because of the insects in the air but mostly out of nervousness.

He clutched his long rifle in both his hands as he stealthily walked through the chain and pushed his back to a large shipping container just as a mechanic came into view after fixing a circuit board near the large water tank in the south-east corner of the grounds.

The Traitor: Chapter Four

Marco Poole flicked the cigarette butt out of the window of his dark blue Subaru Forester XT which was hurtling towards Houston on I-10. He picked up the black Houston Rockets cap that was frying on the dashboard from the heat and he tossed it into the backseat. A man sat distractedly in the passenger seat beside him. He kept fidgeting with the sunglasses in his hands, repeatedly opening and closing the temples. His eyes would drift to the rear-view mirror every now and again and they would thoroughly scan the road behind before settling on the road in front again. Occasionally he took a sip or two from the water bottle in the bottle stand in the door.
“Are you sure they don’t see us?” He finally asked Marco Poole, with a tinge of concern in his voice.

The Traitor: Chapter Three

“Good work.” The SAC chuckled satisfactorily and rubbed his palm together. “We’ve got the dirt bags, haven’t we?” he asked the agent rhetorically. His mind was already beginning to move on from what happened to Wesley and he heartily thumped Cross on the back. He came back from his elation in a few seconds.

Miles Ellis scratched his chin for a few moments and then he started pacing slowly towards his left. Cross and Weiss looked expectantly at him. The Shermanator, however, just smiled as if he knew what was coming. Expecting another one of those booming orders, all the other agents at the desk had also stopped working and were all half-swiveled towards the SAC.

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