Genre Short Story. Page - 86

This is a collection of the author’s short stories that deals with women's dilemmas in the Indian social milieu accompanied with unique denouements.

Miranda Rasmussen tends her deceased mother's rock garden and reads Greek philosophy. Now the thirty year-old blonde has a new toy, a fourteen-inch Poulan chainsaw. She's just got to figure how the bond with the tool and make it her own.

I wrote this short story for a contest that I competed in my freshman year of high school called Young Georgia Authors. I was pronounced grade representative with this short story. It qualified for the regional competition, but didn't get any farther than that. This story is set in Medieval Times. It's basically about a war that takes place- a fictitious war of course.

"the sound of women’s laughter drifted across the still water of the harbour, lights glinted on the oily blue surface.

She was an Indian ship, The Mumbai Princess. He could see turbaned members of the crew moving among the guests serving drinks. It was Divali, the Indian festival of light, flickering lanterns and night lights.

In the stern of the ship was a golden statue, one of the Hindu goddesses- garlands of bright flowers hung round her neck. She shimmered, reflecting the light surrounding her.

Ahan looked down at the sea. Underwater it was dark, only his ROV lit the gloom when it dived into the deep. The powerful bulbs illuminated his world ahead of him. He manoeuvred the craft with ease.

But you had to be careful. The umbilicals that fed life into the ROV and returned signals and pictures to his mind had to be kept free from snagging on wrecks and bits of pipeline structure.

Was he like the goddess with his ROV? Did he bring light into the world

of darkness? The goddess was already in a world of light and colour

He headed below; time to turn in, it would be a long shift tomorrow."

Gullible Carson was dared to to set foot in the creepiest house on the block. It's dark, abandoned, and ancient-perfect for exploring. But when Carson finds himself in the vacant mansion, he realizes he may not be alone.

It is pointless to talk about things that have happened.
It is useless to admonish about things that are in progress.
It is pointless to blame what is past.
(Konfuzius)

Analee Petrakis wwas ready to see her boyfriend after two months, but Mother Nature had a different plan for her.

Quantum Entanglements, Universes, Wife’s Lives, Gone !
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Once again, it was too late for Saranya to react. A widow before she turned 25, the society entangled her in problems that looked impossible/improbable to solve. But who will rescue her from such delicate issues that can hurt her deeply and leave her suffocated with unexpressed feelings and emotions.