Extremely Short Stories - Part III

This is the continuation of the series where earlier parts are Extremely Short Stories Part -I and Part-II.

Horror Stories

It’s been three days, since the last day of the month and my salary is yet to be credited.

On the grave of my beloved wife, I was crying by remembering our past which was so happy. Suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder, when tried to look back I found that hand has exact same ring my wife was wearing before she died. When I turned back to look her face, she resembled exactly like my wife.

My driver had a heart attack and died behind the wheel, now it’s my turn to have a heart attack while controlling the car from the passenger seat.

Hearing a loud cry of a woman from the adjacent room separated by a wall from my newly rented apartment, I decided to take action about this then realize mine is the last apartment and there is adjacent room.


Sad Stories

I have seen the whole world collapsed around me and wonder why I am the lone survivor among my family and friends, and now even when I had lost both my legs and hands and left with a heart that can cry more than it beats – An earthquake survivor.

“I want to help you out and become a farmer like my father” her son told her but then she said “No, you will not”, in her heart she do not want her son to commit suicide one day, the way her husband did this year.

14^th April 1912 10:00 PM,

It’s been few days since I wrote in my diary that I won through lottery a ticket of a huge ship named RMS Titanic, and now on my way to give a surprise visit to my wife at New York and my 6 month old daughter whom I will meet for the first time; I am so excited and can imagine the happiness they are going to have soon.

Elaboration: Titanic being hit an iceberg at 11:40 p.m. and sank at 15th April 2.20 a.m. In this case, someone is writing in his diary and thinking about happy moments, few hours before his death. If you think in his wife perspective she may never know as it’s a surprise visit from his side.

Patriotic Stories

I had a choice to live with my mother or die for my mother, it turned out that I love the mother India more than my own mother – The Freedom Fighter.

“It’s Time”, the jailor said before my execution. I would love to hear “It’s time for my country’s freedom”, may be in next birth.


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Note: Many of these stories were originally posted at some of my Quora answers and some are original specific for this blog only.


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