Black Coffee and Grey Stories

Category: Short Story

  • “Party of 16”

    The evening that was supposed to be about celebration quickly turned into an evening of screams, blames, and insults. Yet when I think about it now, all I feel is gratitude for those 16 guests. It was Mom’s 50th birthday. And like always, she wanted no celebration, not even a cake. All she asked was…

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  • “Love Story”

    ‘My shoes look so tacky. And how am I walking. It almost looks like I am skipping. Aaarrghhh, what is wrong with me? Why can’t I be like the other girls? Why am I always so nervous around people?’ Like any other moment of the day, I was lost in my own thoughts and imaginary…

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  • “Black Coffee”

    “So now you drink black coffee?” the boy asked smiling almost jokingly. “Yes, without sugar.” The girl replied confidently. “Why? I mean, what happened?” “I finally decided to embrace my dark and bitter side.” the girl replied with a proud smile. The boy and the girl were meeting after a decade, yet nothing had changed.…

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  • “The Picnic”

    “I am so happy we are doing this today.” Nitya was talking to the kiddies using her calming voice to keep them from getting over-excited. She still had some packing to finish before they could start the day. It was a cloudy day with sun playing hide and seek. Nitya was trying her best to…

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  • “Sweet Dreams”

    Today is the day I know I will lose it again. I wake up with dried-up tears on the corners of my eyes. The fresh ones getting ready to slip out. It will be that kind of day. I blame it on the dream I had. I have been having this dream since I was…

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  • “Bellini”

    I had agreed to accompany mom to her friend’s 40th Anniversary celebration. It wasn’t a big deal honestly since I had no plans for the weekend. With the extremely well organized and huge area, parking was easy to find. The mesmeric sound of really old Bollywood songs along with the pleasant breeze of the early…

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  • Sweatshirt

    It was the sound of something being dragged that woke her up. The garden looked like a winter wonderland from the window. It was her favorite part of the morning. Waking up to the beautiful view of the bedroom window. She moved her hand around on the bed looking for the sweatshirt and realized he…

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