Fiction Park


Stop playing with my hair!” She screams at me, her face scrunched up into an aggregate of eyes and nostrils that I can’t help but find funny.

Ujjwal Prakash Khanal, May 21 2017

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Let the world spin madly on

It was only after he pointed out couple of years ago that she had noticed she really is compulsive in her own unapparent ways. There were certain (little) things that really bothered her.

Abha Dhital, May 07 2017

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New beginning

The room was a complete mess; a pile of clothes here on the couch, makeup kits there on the table, and clutter all over. The room was full of this and that, she’d never ever use again. Possibly.

Nirvana Shakya, Apr 30 2017

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The long goodbye

Goodbye, Dipen. Your wife and your family love you. You fought bravely. Sleep tight.”

Rojina Shrestha, Apr 23 2017

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The Profound Quest of the Young Prince

Pandit Bijayaraj has enjoyed a position of power at the Durbar for many years, thanks to his alliance with Sri 3 Maharaj Jung Bahadur Rana. But a seemingly minor encounter between Bijayaraj and his pupil Crown Prince Trailokya is about to unravel everything

Dipesh Risal, Apr 09 2017

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A confession

I used to be a Byronic hero plagued with melancholic and pensive temperance.

Saurav Bikram Thapa, Mar 26 2017

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Dangling conversations

“….with certitude, Dai, I confide in you that I shall commit suicide at some point of time, plausibly at twenty seven, not because I would get all depressed or heartbroken but that, I would feel enough of love. Maybe too much love will kill me,” I said, rather dryly.

Saurav Bikram Thapa, Mar 19 2017

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A river runs through it

It was raining when Sagar was born. His mother, Saraswati, had walked up to the little prairie north of the village to fetch some grass for the goats.

Sachet Regmi, Mar 12 2017

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He was a lean, tall man with a big black moustache, in his late twenties. He had a full head of black hair, almost a mullet but not quite. His skin was swarthy and you could not call him handsome. He was just a tall man.

Priscilla Prerna Rai, Feb 26 2017

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The Hotel

The flight landed in Kathmandu on November 25, 1:00 am. I had come to Nepal to conduct my psychology research. I looked forward to meeting all kinds of people and learning about their inside-world.

Runa Maharjan, Feb 19 2017

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The right way to say ‘I’m sorry’

Most people say “I’m sorry” many times a day for a host of trivial affronts—accidentally bumping into someone or failing to hold open a door. These apologies are easy and usually readily accepted, often with a response like, “No problem.”

JANE E BRODY, Feb 16 2017

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