Fiction Park

Into the abyss and back

It was a sunny morning in Pokhara when I called my wife to tell her that I was leaving for Jomsom.

Anusha Luitel, Jan 08 2017

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Kathmandu’s dust had taken a toll on him. His asthma had flared up the first day he landed at the airport.

Barsha Paudel, Jan 01 2017

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End is just a beginning

I have only few days in my hands before I become a completely new person, leading a completely new life. In no time I’ll get married and become somebody’s wife, and somebody’s daughter-in-law.

Shiva Bhusal, Dec 25 2016

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Sweet dreams

He was a ghost that wandered across town and observed everyday life by the day, and floated from one house to another, hunting for and feeding on dreams by the night.

Dixya Poudel, Dec 18 2016

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The black sweater

It was a perfect Saturday morning. Midwinter, the dewdrops lingered reluctantly on the windowpane, beside which sat Omi, on a cozy chair, by the fireplace, leafing through the crisp pages of her favourite novel.

Sneha Bhatta, Dec 11 2016

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Fumbling with words

Her dark, long hair sprawled on the floor as she sat draped in a red sari waiting for a client.

KUMAR SHARMA, Dec 04 2016

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Impermanence in the moonlight

Why do you think people watch their loved ones sleep? I have my own reasons.

Tushar Subedi, Nov 27 2016

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The Beginning of the End of Jung Bahadur

Jung Bahadur was not a happy man. He had just hosted a resoundingly successful hunting trip for the Prince of Wales.

Dipesh Risal, Nov 20 2016

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Only a madman knows what he says

By 9:11am, Sameer could already tell this would be a very long day. From what he could make out from the loud yells filling up the hallway,

SUMEDH MALLA, Nov 13 2016

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Cost of Life

Six million dollars, a figure she just couldn’t shake off her head. As her parents bellowed, she stared at the wooden coffin neatly packaged in the TIA hanger, and was transported to that one literature class back in her school.

Sarthak Byanjankar, Nov 06 2016

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It only takes a spark

My grandmother sat in the dusty courtyard with bare feet, her thighs against her calves.

Ashvin Oli, Oct 30 2016

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