There was only way to counteract the missiles being fired by stupid earthlings – drop a spark from the Divine Flame on the monstrous decision-makers to disempower them. She crept into the cavern where the gods kept their flame, her hands trembling with both awe and hunger. The masquerade she wore was stitched from mortal … Continue reading Fated
I don’t even know why we broke up; there was no acrimony or argument. It was as if we just floated away into different realms and did not miss each other. People grow apart in different spaces, irrelevant to each other; there are no separations as such. I’m not looking for validation or consolation; I … Continue reading Growing apart
We’re living in the Wi‑Fi century, but somehow the signal still drops when you need it most, like when I wanted to share an important update. From the mountain top, the sky wasn’t just clouds— it was war trending live, no filter, and he was not aware... Try telling an unborn kid his dad was … Continue reading To my son
I condensed a piece I'd written in 2017 for this prompt. This is Reena Saxena signing off. If your world thrives on manipulation, multiplespeak, and mindless evil, I refuse to be part of it. I do not accept your authority, nor will I bow to Satanic rites disguised as insight. You wear masks, gather protection, … Continue reading Sign-Off
"A rich man’s son below 18 years without a driving license… speeding in a Lamborghini… the life of a bright, earnest student cut short for the sake of an Instagram reel." Now, meet the son of an army officer, who is the key witness in this case. He doesn’t chase clout because he’s seen courage … Continue reading Raising the Future
He orchestrated legal acts and policies that left cities trembling, his name whispered in fear. Each act was a scar on the world, etched not in ink but in blood and ash. Followers hailed his ruthlessness, mistaking destruction for strength. Historians catalogued his deeds, not with admiration but with grim necessity. Every shadow he cast … Continue reading Making a Mark
When Robin branded his colleague as being manipulative, it wasn’t because he had twisted facts - but because he recognised the same trick he had used on someone years ago. The boardroom became a confessional booth, where his projections masked the nameless shame. Each label he pinned on others—selfish, cold, calculating—was a shard of his … Continue reading Shadow Work
Artificial Intelligence was playing pranks again, as I was tpreparing a training session on banking fundamentals in the local language. We Indians spell some negotiable instruments as “cheque”, but Autocorrect doesn't know that. Check has multiple meanings in English, but Google Translate and Grammarly do not know it. I use an input tool as a … Continue reading Diversity
The bank executive thought his clever manipulation of financial reports would stay hidden. He also believed that his false disclosures would stay in the shadows of spreadsheets. For months, he shifted numbers like a magician, conjuring profits out of thin air and quietly sold the company shares he held before the scandal brought about a … Continue reading Unholy Acts
The audience was spellbound by the derisive smile and smouldering eyes, as the screens on both sides of the stage magnified his menacing expression. He was not an actor, but a politician in the throes of election fever. He aspired to break thespians' records with his histrionics and ring voting machines. He was disappointed to … Continue reading Shenanigans?
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