Fiction Park

Around and around we go

I enter the small room and find myself in the presence of a mountain of files covered in a thick film of dust. There's no one else in the room.


I feel the coldness of the bed which prompts the thought in my mind that she has been gone long.

The wheel of time

I wear the uniform of the character I will be playing for the rest of the day. There are times I wonder how an act so distant from the cravings of the heart could define existence.

In search for love

The sun was shining, fresh wind was blowing, the sky was a serene blue but in Ghanashyam Bista’s heart, dark clouds hung.


Prithvi had come from a humble background. His father was a primary school teacher in a government school and his mother was a housewife.


The ignition lures me in a trice. As I see the burning flame, I experience a sentiment of profound pleasure.

Going down memory lane

What difference is there then between what I remember and what I imagine, and can I imagine what I cannot verify and still sincerely consider it as the truth?

The forbidden forest

When he was done, he looked at the winding road. Something inside him stirred. A strange, mysterious sensation was pulling him towards the road.

The porter

Anderson started calling out his wife’s name hysterically, but no one was there to help him. He was convinced the porter took off with his belongings and something horrible had happened to his wife.

The long wait

Gyan Kumari could not make much of Gauri, for she didn't speak much, but her eyes held a deep sadness.

A voyage through time

Although he had walked this road daily for a year, today he was conscious of a strange change. His instincts were screaming at him. Holding his breath, he paused and looked around.

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