Short stories

“If history where taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” 

Rudyard Kipling 

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The flickering office
Around eleven o’clock in the evening, Brandon raced out of the house and soon was on the highway, driving towards the city. Nia’s words still echoed in his head, “You absentminded ducky.” His wife always had a sense of humor in such situations, while he remained acutely self-conscious and irritable. With hands clinched at the wheel the only companions he had in the car were petty frustrations, “Why me, why now?” he thought. All it took was a missing laptop charger to ruin the evening. When he kissed...
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A much-needed interruption
Arthur was on a coding rampage. For most of the week, the keyboard tapping was interrupted only by his most urgent necessities, some of which were done in front of the screen. All these sacrifices would be worth it – the lack of leisure and sleep, the stiffness of the neck and shoulders, the constant ordering and speed eating of junk food, usually in front of the workstation. Like a cruel and hungry deity, his current project demanded tribute, but a great boon awaited Arthur at the end. Everything...
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A way out
Nathen checked the time it was 12:20 PM. They still had 40 minutes left from their lunchbreak so he left his phone on the table and continued to explain: “All of these office dwellers, from the office assistants to the CEO himself, have one thing in common. They are constantly looking for a way out”, Nathen paused as if the point he made was very important. To his disappointment, his colleagues were only partially attentive and more focused on their lunch. “What do you mean they’re looking for...
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Guru kripa
Great despair prompted my travel to Tibet in search of truth. Even greater despair came in seeking out a Guru named Wangdue, a hermit and sage who was able to become invisible whilst meditating. While hiking and camping in the Tibetan mountains for months on end, I got only two glimpses of what seemed to be Wangdue. One day after hearing a sneeze carried by the echo, I saw an old man on the distant hill. I shouted at him, but he did not answer. As he was sitting there with crossed legs, he simply...
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