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Indigenous Short Stories – Page 23 of 23

COVERTS CONVEY DIVULGENCE

Submitted to Contest #64

Mrs. Saba was worrying over the academic performance of her daughter Eliza. Eliza could not obtain good marks in Entrance Examination. Hence the mother was worrying over the low level success. She planned to arrange home tuition for Eliza. So she was in search of a proficient teacher for Eliza’s excellent performance in the next examination. Her academics were not up to the standards for the admission in a medical college which Saba wanted for her. She wished to see Eliza a doctor. She made a call to Apex Center of Home Tutors Providers. Sh...

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The Great Indian Bustard

Submitted to Contest #63

It was time for a deep clean as if right before a festival. The sky was clearing its disorganized lint, the clouds poured to flush all the dirt as the wind supervised, the trees took a nice bath and were ready to wear new leaves, the sun adjusted its temperature, to moderate enough to dry the damp soils, tiny plants developed numerous tiny buds to open into scented flowers, birds rehearsed their songs and dances, animals peeped out to check if the preparations had any defects and everyone was optimistic to welcome the new guest. The broodin...

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Mother nature's attic of Fall

Chivera Benjamin

Submitted to Contest #63

'Mamma, is the Maple tree diseased ?'asked Max to his mother'No, my boy , but why do you ask so?' replied Mrs Downs , mother of Max.'But mom , its losing its leaves and the leaves are turning golden' said MaxMrs Downs replied - " Its just because the Fall arrived ""Mom , what do you mean by Fall ?" Curiously Asked Max.Mrs Downs satirically explained " Its the time when nature hides its beauty in Mother Nature's attic and turns bare"'Does mother nature have an Attic too ?' Rini asked , who is Max's sister .'Yes! And it is filled with creative...

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The Red Top

RS Bhide

Submitted to Contest #61

Rohan looked at his watch for what seemed like the millionth time, a movement that was not lost on his wife Sonal.“Why do you keep doing that? It won’t make the flight land any faster!” Sonal said with some irritation. “And stop shaking your leg so vigorously!”He made a noncommittal sound and picked up a magazine. They were in the airport lounge, waiting for his father Shankar’s flight to land. It was his father’s first trip out of India, but that was not the only reason for Rohan’s nervousness. He had drifted emotionally apart from Shankar ...

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Coffee drops

Dumisan Khumalo

Submitted to Contest #61

Write about a character who smells something familiar and is instantly taken back to the first moment they smelled it. COFFEE DROPS By Dumisani khumalo Caramel brown nuts ground and boiled in the pitcher in the staff room at ten bells tea time break ,had the class prefect Lawrence ringing the bell in a thirty minute niche. The ringing loud timber of a cow bell beat up some fear, shaffling feet fast to the classroom door. Caught out ,you stayed out ,or received some capital punishment. That is the cane , a duster on th...

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My Christmas Holiday

Cheeahmahkah Asadu

Submitted to Contest #61

It was my favourite time of the year, everyone's favourite time of the year if we are being honest, Christmas and I was packing my clothes and shoes from school for the long anticipated holiday. I hummed in unison with the old Christmas track album our hostel matron played. It was distant but yet gloriously divine. We had something similar at our family house and we would play all the tracks on repeat for the whole night into Christmas. "Where are you going to spend your holiday?" Victoria, one of my hostel mates had asked me. "I am not ...

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I could help, but I didn't, because...

Submitted to Contest #45

A few hours ago, A plane that departed from Mumbai to Australia has been crashed and fell into the ocean. Yesterday The Dog; prowling the street. When I wake up every morning, I ask myself a few questions throughout the rest of the day. The first question: Where will it be? The second question: How long is it going to take? The third: How much will it be? The fourth: What will it be? And the final question: Will it be? It has been so long that I’m prowling the street since I woke up this morning and I can tell by looking at the sun t...

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Sing to the Stars

Mikyal Martinus

Submitted to Contest #39

“No, run! Getaway. Run!” Sing-to-Stars chest tightens, making it hard to breathe. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She thrashed on her basketweave bed then bolted to a sitting position. Her eyes reflected the flames from a campfire just outside her wooden hut’s door and her pupils dilated in terror. She threw off her blanket, put on her shawl, and ran barefooted into the night. Three Indian men of Central Mexico’s Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains in the year 1910 spoke in hush tones while they sat around the campf...

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Queen Cymbeline

Winner of Contest #13 🏆

The island reeked of fish; scattered guts and oozing blank eyes littered the black beaches, and the mountains smelled of bubbling, potting fish intestines. The sky was continually dark with the smoke from the fires beneath the cauldrons, and the water had a thin film of scales and oil, all in the bays and quaysides round the island. In the deepsea around the island, the fish that were still alive avoided the inlets and told tales among their young that a bloodthirsty monster lived on the isle, with a mouthful of snatching teeth poised to tak...

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