The Mad And The Wise - 3rd Place at Writer's Destination Story Writing Contest 2017

The Stone of Sorrows - A Short Fiction

Confession - 3rd Best Short Story of The Year 2016

The Boy And The Owl

Lake Of Memories - A Short Fiction

Picture Courtesy : Ravi Shukla

Anecdote - A Short Fiction

Stranger's Strings - A Historical Short Fiction

Wind of Reasons - A Short Fiction

Copyright © Chandrapal Khasiya

Starlight Wisdom - A Short Tale [Published in Reflection, January Issue, 2015]

To be born in my clan means to abandon all your dreams. At an age of playing with toys, swords were thrust in our hands. We were beaten to pulp, thrown in the wild; prepared for just for one purpose, to obliterate Rajgadh, stone by stone. It’s been twenty years, twenty bloody years of fight to reclaim what is rightly ours. But the struggle only had cost lives of my dear ones. Our enemy is mighty. We are outnumbered and outmatched. My people have started losing the hope to see their land again and accepted the refuge in the jungle. But I cannot. This wilderness is not our home. I must fight. I must bring peace. But, this war cannot be won by weapons. I need something more powerful than weapons. I need words.

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.

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.

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.

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.