Short Stories

My short stories and sneak peeks into WIPs. Includes both; published and unpublished work.

Lights of London

Lights of London

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, luv”. The man in the black suit turned towards the dark corner of the London alley.  His movement was calm, unhurried, but his muscles were taut, ready to react at the slightest hint of movement. The streetlight fell at an awkward angle there, and the shadows of …

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Shadows of the Past by Pritesh Patil

Shadows of the Past

The rain was beating down harshly on the city of Mumbai despite it being the month of November. The weather had progressively gotten weirder with every passing day in the past week. I sat in my apartment slash office above my grandpa’s spice shop in the suburbs watching the raindrops smatter and die against the …

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Rome's Last Song by Pritesh Patil

Rome’s Last Song

Thea lounged on a luxurious settee, watching Rome burn through the window. Her lover, Neera, fiddled and danced through the cavernous room, delighting in the screams of agony as the souls of Romans left their mortal shells. Times were, Thea wondered whether she had fallen in love with a monster. She had been told that madness …

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Locomotive Breath by Pritesh Patil

Locomotive Breath

“Come on Pa, walk faster, we need to get off the tracks before the train comes,” said Mir. “Yes, Pa. We’ll get you all patched up and healed once we’re there. The plague won’t get to us, we’ll live,” said Vir, hacking and coughing even as he smiled at the frail figure of his father …

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Eyeballs by Pritesh Patil

Eyeballs

Aindrila was an aspiring author, a talented one even, but after her first taste of success, she yearned for even more. But in those days success was hard to come by, and the ones who spent the most money got the most eyeballs. Her writing was pure, her muse was happy, but Aindrila wasn’t content with the …

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