Small Stories 소설 & 이야기

I stopped mid-sentence, whilst telling Maha some story about my clinic; when I heard Sahar baji ask. "Uh..." That was the only thing that came out of my mouth combined with the utter blank look. "Yeah Noor. How many poor guys have you rejected so far?20? 30? 40???" Maha asked with a teasing grin. I turned my gaze away sheepishly.

Brownies. I haven’t seen any of them. And here were four. Gods, they were so cute. Reaching my knees in their high. Brownies were a bit chubby, with small button noses and warm brown eyes. Two bearded males and two females. Looking in human’s 40’. They were more like spirits of the house, not quite living creatures. Their magic was strong and let them properly do their purpose. “My lady.” one of the females gasped, seeing me. And the rest followed and bowed before vanishing.

I pushed her to the back of my mind, and let my sadness play in the back of my head, forcing it back with conversation. “Closer to us, here, and a little out of the way, but we can get there with a short detour. They’re a small pack – they mostly keep themselves to themselves. They don’t put a lot of stock into mates, either. They believe that everyone should write their own destiny, not have it written for them.” “They sound interesting. I’m surprised they’ve never come up in my studies.” “As I said, they’re small. From what I’ve heard they have a rich history, and some interesting stories to tell, but they don’t broadcast them. I only know of them because the Luna and my mother are close.

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Why does she feel like a stranger when she stares at the busy street of Athens, she wants to be like one of them and without learning their language, she will never be one of them. Lucky her, Hussain did try to teach her but damn, the language was not as easy as she thought it will be. She could only get the basic things like please and thank you. "What are you thinking about my love?" Hussain asked kissing the crock of her neck. That was her weak point and he knew it but he decided to be using it against her.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

"I still don't know how you made it to my room like a fucking ghost." She waved me off, the frying pan flailing about. "Oh Grealish, sometimes life's little mysteries are better left unsolved! Now, help me find the eggs, will you?" With overwhelming curiosity, and a hint of fear, I looked for the eggs. As I rummaged through drawers and cabinets, she continued to regale me with nonsensical stories about talking squirrels and time-traveling teapots. Frankly, I wasn't sure if I had stumbled into an alternate reality or if I had been possessed by a mischievous spirit. Or maybe she had been possessed by something malevolent.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

My life slowly came back on track as I resumed my classes for the final year exams and was working hard to manage everything. I used to write short stories for the website when Warren approached me through an email to write a book that he will publish. I was not sure if I was good enough to be published, but Warren showed great confidence in me. The first story I wrote was about the hardships my grandmother faced. It was a tragic story of a selfless woman who killed herself to save her daughter from the clutches of the brothel and the sad reality of women in the eighties.