5 Reasons Why Myriad Tales is dear to me...

[Reviews] A Man Of Words (Moonlit Matinee 2 - Drenched Souls) - Chandrapal Khasiya

Myriad Moments - Glimpses of Launches

 

It was a concluding week of 2013 when I wrote "Twisted Fate". At that moment, I had no guess that it was going to get published. My luck charmed and now short thriller is sparing a space with works of the most creative minds of India!

And That's How It All Began...

Partly aware and mostly slumbering deep, I still could feel the blanket slipping away in a flash. “Maa,” I protested, my hand trying to grab any end of the blanket, “five more minutes, please.”

Neither Maa responded nor did I reach my blanket. Before my consciousness could suspect anything unusual, a male’s voice broke the sequences of my thoughts. “I am waiting only four minutes. Get yourself brushed and be there to have a lunch.” The voice was deep like a sound of rumbling thunderclouds. It was a voice of my father.

Solitude Vs. Loneliness

Often noticed people posting on the social networking sites the word ‘solitude’ instead of ‘loneliness’ and vice versa. There is a difference between them and being an admirer of words, I thought why not to post something short, throwing light on the dissimilarity between them.

Hotel's Havoc - A Short Thriller

                                                   Copyright © Chandrapal Khasiya

The room reeked with rotting stench.

Shreya pressed the handkerchief against her nose, trying hard not to grimace. She wanted to go out from that chamber and fill her lungs with fresh air. She wanted to be away from the dead body that laid on the carpet, staring blankly at her with his cold eyes. Five years had passed since she joined Crime Investigation Department, yet the foul smell of the deceased still churn her stomach.

[Reviews] The Newspaper Reader (Crumpled Voices) - Chandrapal Khasiya

Never thought that my crazy time-pass will be praised by many. By your wishes and blessings, The Newspaper Reader ( Crumpled Voices ) is receiving praises from readers. Well, I thought why not put all reviews in one place. So, here they are.

A Tale of Sorangpur

 

It was a night full of shocks and horrors.

Fear gripped little Hari’s heart as he saw his mother fretfully pounding her fists on the door of their house. Darkness swallowed everything in their small courtyard and the cold wind began to tickle his skin. But in the pale light of the hanging lantern, Hari could make out glistening tears rolling over his mother’s cheeks.

Xitij 2013

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eople either used to preserve their memories in pictures or used to trust their mind to remember everything. But, against time everything fails. Pictures fades and mind weakens with time. And, I don’t want to take any chances about the moments I passed with these remarkable people, these treasured memories, to slip away. Some memories are indeed worth writing.

The Bhairav Putras - Suhail Mathur

Title : The Bhairav Putras

 
Genre : Fiction


Pages :350


Publisher : Read Ink Publishers

 
ISBN :9788192932491


Published Date : May 2014

 
My Rating : 5 star out of 5 star

King's Shadow - A Boy Who Was Banished

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iar roused from the sudden jerk of a pothole, wincing as his head hit hard the cart’s front side.
            “Are those pots all right, lad?” the cart driver asked, leaning back worriedly. “Damn those soldiers! They have ruined the whole way!”
            Riar threw a quick glance to his companions – the earthen pots clattered like crickets back in response.  A shudder like that would have crumbled many of it, but the pots were seemed to be as stubborn as the cart driver. “Yes, your precious pots are all right.”  
        “Look again. I don’t want to deliver any shards of sand. Believe me, lad, Celberth’s merchants will not pay a coin if they find any of it misshapen.”

King's Shadow - A Threat In The Dark

Throne of Isolgoth can never be yours, Kelin. It’s been three years that exchange took place, yet the memory of that conversation, his father’s words, were fresh like a recent event. No doubt, you are one of the best warriors of the kingdom, but son, the seat demands wisdom. And, you are not a worthy suitor.
            Lost in thoughts, with fractured pride, Kelin loitered in the long corridor, his hands clasped behind. A pair of patrolling guards halted before him. They bowed in servitude and continued their duty, distracting him for a while. He then realized where he was. Hall of Rest. Alcoves ran both sides of the archway, filled with human sized sculptures of his ancestors, the late kings and queens of Meral Isle. Between each past generation, braziers danced frantically, infusing life to the shadows of the lifeless.

The Final Judgement

The Final Judgement is a first tale of mine that somehow found its way from thoughts to paper and got published in UNCANNY TALES, a curated anthology of top 15 crime thrillers of Notionpress Short Story Competition. Many people have been asking about the book, to read this story, and every time I shook my head, saying I had already given to someone to read. Exclusively for them, I decided to post it over here. Hope you'll enjoy it.

Myth of The Shattered Isles : The Breaking

Before you read this post, let me tell you something about it. Being a high-fantasy fanatic, I always desired to create my own secondary world with its own myths and legends as a base for my stories. The Shattered Isles is a result of such craziness. Highly inspired from the Tolkein's Middle-Earth, I finally managed to scribble the myth, legends and geology of The Shattered Isles. Now, if you wish to continue, then read on...    

Be Magical !

Magic. The word itself conjures up fantastical images when falls in ears. I don’t know about you, but few images do flash in my head whenever I hear this word - A mighty dragon spewing fire, turning tall towers to ashes. A long bearded wizard, draped in long robes, wielding natural elements to his wish. Or a spell whose incantation with proper cadence can burst a shock-wave, tripling the entire advancing troops. Or, an orb with blooming light that can channel the cosmic energy.

But, is magic really just fictional? 

Lamhe's Memories - The Station Problem

24^th January 2014

Wintry wind ruffled my hair as Dhyey veered his bike left and right over the road. A heavy travelling bag, full of clothes was stacked between his legs. All over the way, I feared the bag would misbalance our bike, and send us rolling. Fortunately, Dhyey managed to escort me safely to our spot for the shoot – Anand’s Railway Station.

Lamhe's Memories - The Shooting @ ADIT

24th January 2014

I bolted upright on my bed as the phone rang near my ear. Heavy-eyed I picked it up and found Taral’s name flashing over it.
 
“Where are you?” He asked directly. No ‘Hello’, no ‘Good-Morning’. Nothing.
 
“Still under blanket,” I said, stifling a yawn.

Lamhe's Memories - The Plotting

11:30 P.M, 23^rd January 2014

I sat cross-legged upon the rug of our college’s auditorium. Before me seated was Dhaval, his eyes staring at me through his blue-framed spectacles, yearning for some ideas. Beside him was Taral, wondering something about the same. And behind me, upon the stage were Aakash, Dhyey and Vishwas, still busy in choreographing their dance. While Niraj mingled himself in mixing the sounds in his dear new laptop. And, how can I forget this guy, Vishal was enjoying Roadies’s Auditions on someone’s laptop. That sounds bit odd, but believe me, whatever people says about him, he was always there to support us.

The Eye Of The World (The Wheel Of Time #1) - Robert Jordan

Title : The Eye Of The World

Series : The Wheel Of Time (Book 1)

Genre : Epic Fantasy

Pages : 800

Publisher : Orbit Books

ISBN : 0812511816

Published Date : 15th November 1990

My Ratings : 4 star out of 5