What makes you more powerful - winning wars or ensuring peace? In a heartwarming story of two kings, Ramendra Kumar explores the eternal conflict. A Republic Day Special from...
The much awaited Results of the Weave a Ghost Story Contest are out! Congratulations to the winners and contributors for their participation!
"Profits make you happy but while doing business if you can serve your country or help making the place a better place, that will give you a real joy. A true businessman should...
"I knew the concoction that I was trying to cook, was far from yummy, as I was just trying to make do with an apologetic array of vegetables available in the swanky kitchen....
"The sound of the bursting crackers, the smell of the mouth watering sweets, screaming, shouting and merrymaking of the children, the brilliance of the millions of tiny lamps...
"The absurdity of the whole process made me feel selfish...." Priyanka Chauhan's short story delves into the fads of the social media.
Health brings sheer excellence in every sphere of life. And the foundation of a healthy child lies in inculcating healthy habits early on. Life is a way to celebrate with...
On the occasion of India's Independence Day, Learning and Creativity presents a children's story exploring the richness of diversity, culture, traditions and values which...
A young married woman, a mother faced with a cruel reality of her life, as her family crumbles down.
A touching, heart-wrenching saga of love, sacrifices and loss, centered on the relationship between a father-in-law and a daughter-in-law.
A short, simple, yet touching tale about the meaning and essence of true love.
A short, but powerful fictional piece with a strong social message.
A touching short story of a humble Christian family and the unconditional gift of love they received from their daughter on Christmas eve.
On the festive occasion of Christmas eve, Ramendra Kumar presents a touching short story on the real spirit of Merry Christmas and how owning up to one's mistakes is the first...
What are Pujas all about? Are they only about merry making, singing, dancing, and eating? - A touching short story about the real spirit of the Durga Puja.
A nostalgic love story written with the phenomenal Coffee House of College Street, Kolkata as the backdrop.
Jamai Shashti is a touching story about broken dreams and the courage to break free.
A wistful romantic story of a couple in love, with a difference.
An uncanny and absorbing fictional piece, inspired by Charles Dickens' phenomenal work 'The Christmas Carol' and presented as a homage to the novelist.
"We tried opening the mat further and creating more room for ourselves, it was herculean, but we finally managed to make a little tent for ourselves, pulling down the ends...
A reflection of the human mind, its various foibles and epiphanies unfolded through the omnipresent voice of a mirror. An eye-opening fictional narrative.
This Father's Day Special Story by Ramendra Kumar unfolds the triumphs and glories of a father-and-son relationship in the most endearing and memorable way.
An endearing and hopeful fictional narrative about a girl's aspirations about her life and how she settles into an arranged marriage, albeit a happy one.
A beautiful story on the explorations and travails of the fireflies to get their own twinkle so that they can see where they are going in the dark.
"He always did that; ignored me, after he had a drunken night and some incidents of hitting. I think he felt ashamed of his behaviour, that’s why he kept silent." Rhiti...
Author Ramendra Kumar steps back into memories and recounts his own love story that bridged two states in a "special, special story for Valentine's Day".
Greetings to all our friends on Republic Day! We present a touching story on patriotism and faith on the occasion of Republic Day by Ramendra Kumar.
Johny was around fifty years of age, tall, with thick grey hair and an athletic body. He was clad in a white shirt and formal blue trousers.
The true spirit of Christmas is in giving and sharing. It is in showing love and kindness. A beautiful short story on the festive occasion of Christmas.
"...it just slips out that you are a greater expert at puddle-jumping than I...” Read this lovely children's story by Ramendra Kumar about a boy who loved puddles, published...
I had two friends Ami and Iam with whom I played and conversed on the vast canvas.
With a poof of breath, he got rid of the dust on it and set it on the floor for me to see. It was a typewriter alright. Only, it seemed haunted to me.
A special story by Ramendra Kumar on the occasion of Gandhi Jayanti on the unsung freedom fighters and martyrs who gave up everything up for the country.
Like every other person on this Earth, she also started her journey on a day which she celebrates as her birthday every year.
On the occasion of India's Independence Day, Learning and Creativity presents a special short story by Ramendra Kumar on the true essence of patriotism.
Major Tiger tried his best to fight back the tears welling up in his eyes but he couldn't. The crumpled paper in his hand was wet as he read it again and again...
L&C's Short Stories Contest (Anthology) Results Declared. Winning entries to be published as ebook.
A dim light shone in her room. He heard sounds of sobs. The whole family had gathered around his daughter’s bed. He pushed everyone along the way.
Father's Day Special Stories: Parents are often unaware how their behaviour impacts their kids.
I first saw her when I was in Rome in front of that ‘fountain’; now they say if you make a wish and throw a coin in the fountain, it comes true.
Amit was a tall handsome guy, who was not only the heartthrob among his relatives but friends and college professors also. He had an attitude to win, and he was always a winner...
Like every other girl, I dreamt of my perfect man. The only difference was I didn't dream to live my life with him.
It was then that he remembered a Telugu saying 'Even a baby crow, to its mother, appears cute.' A touching story of a mother's love for Mother's Day May 11, 2014.
They would never know that it was I who taught him to utter his first word ‘maa’. I encouraged him to say it “mmmmaa…” He looked carefully at me and repeated the...
Short stories about love: Two Losses is a story by Jagjeet Kaur about love, its wins and its losses.
The very next day, at the stroke of seven, Daniel was out on the road for this dismal job of cocaine transfer.
Should she dress-up more smartly? Has she taken their relationship for granted? Should she confront him about his indifference?...
“Oh you mean, the elevator? It’s stuck. Must be a power cut,” Sandip said and asked again, “Are you ill?”
Every Calcuttan knew by now that come sunset the city’s teeming streets turned into battlegrounds and men were killed and abducted to score points in a bloody political...
As he drifted off to sleep, there was in his mind a lurking suspicion that something about the Swami wasn't quite right.
A touching short story by Amitendu Palit about a young boy and his tryst with his newly bought T-shirt.
The diamond nose-pin had lost all its glamour. Pattu was ready to forego anything, if only she could save her husband.
Short story - Only for a few moments till she stepped outside. To become a part of the dark evening.
She stopped on seeing them. Her eyes filled with fear. `Oh, no, you won't take him away,' she screamed. She tried to drag me away from their presence.
Mere naina saavan bhaadon, phir bhi mera man pyaasa. This Kishore Kumar song was a favorite with Pralhad for the last many decades
He was in his white T-shirt and blue jeans smiling at them with their luggage. She looked at him with all her love.
The distress phone call from Mrs Joshi in the middle of the night was nothing unusual. Could he come over to examine a little boy suffering from acute high fever?
Only two of you staying in the house. Then why sleep in separate rooms? He asked straight away.
My vision cleared suddenly, and I could clearly see the deep furrows fording her forehead.
Her eyes searched every approaching form carefully until she was sure it wasn't him.
The house lay veiled in a thick cloud of secrecy. Despite their best efforts, Ashok and his friends never saw its inmates.
The passionate love at the time of marriage -- my friends foretold that this marriage would go to the rocks, that I was crazy to go for the wild Pragya -- soon petered off....
They remained close, almost indistinguishable, so similar were their interests and attitude, yet they fought, sometimes bitterly, like two rivals trying to score debating...
Man had always been a lonely being. Now he could read every one, every one of his children like a book.
Two days after "hitting the jackpot", Badri and Birju were back to roaming the streets.
Don’t we all crave for happiness? So, says my florist brain, why care about flowers, which are anyway going to end up into the waste bin?
The rider and horse, on a battlefield, had to have a companionship on which the lives of both were firmly dependent.
His body will be recovered by the government, and his death assigned in dusty files to a heart attack.
He is a jailbird who if killed while on duty will not be memorized as a martyr.
Dear Mr God is a beautiful short story about a little girl writing letters to God.
“It had been a beautiful day.” He thought dispassionately. “The first day of the rains…” The day had begun with dark overcast skies that gave way...
Paddy was busy reading the note attached to the box. It simply said "From America, With Love." But there was..
"At least we can light a candle for hope, and try once again for a better world."
The light shone brilliantly, cutting across the storm-darkened night. He blinked at its intensity. The fisherman’s lantern!
Though he was only a peon, there was nothing about the work at the office that he did not know.
Shiladitya sat utterly dejected at his failed affair with Rubina. Those 30 days were great
Jaggu threw himself on the hapless victim, trying valiantly to cover him with his body. The men were losing patience.
Something stirred deep within. He felt the first note of a new song. His heart was pumping a little faster now.
Yudhishthir asked, “Tell me, O mongoose, who are you that speaks the human language in a human voice? How did you get this beautiful body with its golden colour?"
She did not feel like telling her husband. It did not seem strange that the thought of telling him did not occur to her. She couldn’t have known why — it was...
On entering the gate, I heard a muffled cry. No, it was not emanating from the bushes around. It seemed to be coming from the depths of the past, from times that now belong...
It was more than a year back when I first met her while surfing on the net. Our first few words of exchange
Wearing their gown I was led into a room with a terrifying array of instruments. A needle pricked my arm, then a blessed blackness descended..
The inspector let out a loud yell. "Catch him!" He cried. "That guy is a criminal who has escaped from jail!"
She thoughtlessly slipped the polythene parcel of minced meat in the khaki paper bag-the bag held by her long and slim hands...
An open ended short story set in Kanya Kumari. Read how to write the Open Ended Story in Writer's Scratchpad.
A short story about hopes, aspirations and favoritism in management hierarchy and multinational corporations
I could not take my eyes off her face nor could I turn away from the red salwar kurta she wore that blended so well with the red which had caked her face.
The pit-pats of fingers on keyboards and beeps from neatly arranged cubicles fell like a soothing drone on his perception.
So many times I watched in movies, policemen chasing the hero and the hero jumps over the bridge and escapes. But this is not a movie and even if it were… I am not a hero....