Boats are safe on shore but they weren't built for that – I set my sail in the ocean of words
Night Walk — Expanded Creepy Short StoryBased on 55 Fiction by Vasu GangapalliThe night was cold, the air thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth. Mist slithered between the trees like pale ghosts, and the moon hid behind a shroud of clouds.Ravi pulled his jacket tighter. The forest trail was eerily silent, except for the …
The PaintingA Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli Based on my 100 Fiction by same name.The first time Ranjit saw The Painting, it was hanging in an old art store on the outskirts of the city — dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of varnish and turpentine.It was mesmerizing.A mist-covered valley stretched into the …
Johny, JohnyA Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli The rain hammered the window like a thousand restless fingers.Thunder rolled through the night, and the entire house was swallowed by darkness as the power went out.Anup groaned, rolling over on his bed. He hated nights like this. The wind howled through the gaps in the old wooden …
The Message Within the StoneA Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli Dr. Aria Menon could hear her own heartbeat echoing inside the sterile silence of Genesis Research Lab. The meteorite — a glossy, black enigma — lay under the glass chamber, pulsing faintly with a bluish glow, as though it were alive.Around her, a cluster of …
The Ghost WriterA Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli---The cursor blinked like an impatient heartbeat.Riya stared at the empty document on her laptop screen. Midnight had long passed, and yet not a single word had come. Her small rented room smelled of coffee and desperation. Manuscripts lay scattered everywhere — unfinished, unwanted.“I’ve got stories,” she whispered. …
Time MachineShort Story by Vasu GangapalliThe rhythmic hum of machinery filled the basement. The smell of heated metal and old wires hung in the air. Rajesh adjusted his goggles, squinting at the panel that glowed faintly blue under flickering lights.“Just one more calibration,” he whispered to himself. His hands trembled, not from fear but from …
Blurry ImageFlash Fiction by Vasu Gangapalli “Son, my eyesight has turned blurry,” Gopichand said, rubbing his temples. “I think it’s time to change my lens.”His son, Ravi, didn’t look up from his laptop. “I’ll take you this weekend, Dad. I’ve got a project deadline to finish first.”Gopichand nodded silently. He didn’t want to burden him. …
“The Girl in the Glass Box”A short story based on true incident by Vasu Gangapalli The first crack of thunder echoed through Chicago’s Graceland Cemetery. The night was a black ocean, waves of rain slamming down as lightning ripped across the sky. The watchman, Ethan, pulled his raincoat tighter and aimed his flashlight down the …
“The Room Full of Lives”A Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli Fiction inspired by true eventsThe studio lights were blinding. Sir Nicholas Winton sat stiffly in the red velvet chair, his weathered hands resting on his lap. He leaned slightly toward his wife, Grete, and whispered,“I don’t know why they’ve invited me, Grete. I’m no celebrity.”Grete …
The WitnessFlash Fiction by Vasu GangapalliWord Count: 373 The night was wrapped in a sheet of silence—until a scream tore through it. Mira Patel stood at her apartment window, clutching a mug of cold coffee. The streetlamp below flickered weakly, painting long shadows on the empty road. At exactly 12:03 a.m., she saw it. A …
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