From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.
Olivia hated the day time when all action was in the night. She was tired watching the slow lives of humans. But, they were industrious. She kept four of them in her house. Two did the housework and two did the odd jobs for her. Thankless creatures. She was ready to teach them some spells, but they just wanted to go back to their pathetic lives. She had planned to replace the old human. She needed young blood. Continue reading
“As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre.”
“He was just too handsome for his own good,” Claude thought of her husband. “If he wasn’t so handsome, I wouldn’t have had to keep a watch and protect him from those foolish women in love with him. He had a wife, didn’t they know? ”
Claude always blamed his death on the note she had found in his shirt pocket. It said “8 o clock” and nothing else. She was furious with rage. She ran to the barn, picked up the cleaver and waited in the dark. Continue reading
“I see absolutely everything.”
The 10-year-olds in the class looked up at the teacher, Miss Deo, in wonder. She was writing on the blackboard with her back to the class.
“No talking in the back,” she repeated.
“I don’t believe it. She is bluffing,“ Ravi told Suraj. Both were sitting on the last bench of the class talking in whispers.
“Are you sure?” Suraj asked. Continue reading
Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.
But she had to first lookout for her father. She decided on taking the ride in the afternoon, when father would be away and the place deserted.
But the excitement of the ride got the better of Delphine. She phoned her best friend Carol and told her about it.
‘Can you fly?’ asked Carol incredulously. Continue reading
At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.
Zahir picked it up. It was slightly warm and light and bigger than a marble. It looked like a golf ball. Maybe, he can use it to impress his classmates, he thought and put it in his bag.
Next day on the way to school, he said, ‘Yesterday, on the way home, I met a fairy. She gave me a wishing marble.’
‘Really, I don’t believe.’ ‘You are bluffing.’ Said Zahir’s friends.
‘She gave me this.’ He showed the ball to his friends.
They examined the ball. It did look a bit strange, they agreed. But doesn’t look like a wishing marble.
‘So, what did you wish for?’ they asked.
‘To become rich,’ said Zahir
Spoof. Crash. Bang. Splutter. The boys stood stunned. Nothing changed.
‘Bluffing’ they teased and laughed.
But, when they neared Zahir’s home, a mansion stood in its place.
‘It works!!’ the boys gasped in unison.