Short Story

My little spitfire
Puru’s arm was like an iron band across her back crushing her to his body. His magnetic grey eyes were now black with suppressed rage. The rakish smile that girls swooned over was nowhere in evidence. The sensuous music to which they were swaying was a bizarre accompaniment to the torture Read more

One Crazy Day in the Life of a Teenager
I should have known that this day was not going to be just another day. Maybe I got off the wrong side of the bed this morning. Maybe the angels or accountants who keep the records Up There had decided that I had run out of brownie points. Or maybe that ugly old woman was really a witch. Read more