Stories

THE MURDER HOUSE

Hot wind sneaked over the valley outdoor our new house as my buddies and I unpacked the van stationed on the dusty track. We had lately leased a hoary house in the city outskirts, constructed in the late 1980s. Most of the house had been renovated over the decades, but there were still hints of what the house used to be. The outside of the little mansion was coated faded orange and graced a bloody red-colored door.   The lawn was outsized with luxurious olive green grass with the common Read more…

By Praneeth Peddisetti, ago

JUST 1 MORE MINUTE!

Penelope was a good student of Class 6. The teachers of her class were also very fond of her. But Penelope had one bad habit. Whenever she was asked to do something, she would take undue time to accomplish it and during all that time her excuse would be: just 1 more minute!   In the morning when her mother woke her up, she would say, “Just 1 more minute.” Then she would doze off again for an hour or so. It was because of this reason that she was Read more…

By Praneeth Peddisetti, ago

BOASTFUL BRAGGERS

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Aarav who always went against the wishes of his parents. He never listened to the wise advices they offered him. Instead, he used to listen to the nonsense his friends used to brag about in school.   One day, Aarav heard some of his friends talking about a new P.E. Sir who’d entered the school. It seemed that he had been teaching various new techniques to his students lately. Everyone laughed at the boy when he admitted that he never did Read more…

By Praneeth Peddisetti, ago

THE ART OF DISTRACTION

Parker was studying for the science exam tomorrow and beep. He turned his head across and saw his phone screen lightened up. He leaned over it to see what he has got. Oh,—a WhatsApp message. And that too from one of his ‘YouTube addicted’ friends!   He forgot all about his studies and picked his mobile up. The message had a link attached to it. Oh,—a YouTube link. He was dying to know what was in the link, but wait. Wasn’t he supposed to study now? He looked back at his Read more…

By Praneeth Peddisetti, ago

SELF – HATRED

Once I was at a party where I met a gang who were talking about a cool game. I joined the banter. I wanted to be cool too. I assumed what I wanted to say and stopped pinning my ears back to the discussion. Instead of enjoying the party, I was wondering about how best to show off.    Finally, I blabbered something dumb about another game. I said something they forgot in a second. No one paid any attention to me. No one cared about me. I felt wretched, Read more…

By Praneeth Peddisetti, ago
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