Fiction Park

Spilled milk

For fourty years, Maila Sahu had had more or less the same daily schedule. He woke up at six in the morning, went to the ghaat beside Shwet Barahi Temple to freshen up, said his prayers, went around the tole and came back home to start his day.

Jenish Maharjan, Aug 13 2017

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The ice machine

With clear intentions Kira starts packing up his bags. He knows it is definitely the right time to end it all, with a one-way ticket. It has been planned and thoroughly examined with nothing left to do.

Praak Rai, Aug 06 2017

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Fuzzy thing called love

Burche has begun to look frail again. He has shed a lot of weight since last month. He isn’t eating. The ribs are showing. Everything that goes inside, comes right back out.

Abha Dhital, Jul 30 2017

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Across the hills and far away

Kumal was merely fifteen when he was accosted one afternoon by his elder brother, who told him that a family in Kathmandu required his services.

Saurav Bikram Thapa, Jul 23 2017

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Sakata

It came back to me suddenly the other day—the harrowing oomph of that mournful drum climbing up the dark hillside.

SUMEDH MALLA, Jul 09 2017

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Wasabi

One...two...three…four​It always hit her like wasabi. When and once she felt it, she could not even begin to control the chain of reactions that followed.

Abha Dhital, Jul 02 2017

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Rain

It starts yonder, over the slopes of Chandragiri. Yonder to the West where Chandragiri with its majestic elephant head guards over our valley like a sentinel. Pluffywite clouds, scattered about but only yesterday, collude over the elephant head of Chandragiri, doing kanekhusi in a language we do not understand.

Dipesh Risal, Jun 25 2017

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Down the yellow road

It was raining outside when Kanchhi started drawing with the wind outside her window. The soft pellets of rain melting on her skin, the wind playing with her hair. The others on the bus were fast asleep as stars glittered across the night sky, Kanchhi was the only one awake and the child inside her wanted her to play in the rain.

Swati Shrestha, Jun 18 2017

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Kakapo

Mr Joshi, it looks like Sir is going to be tied down a little longer,” the lady at the reception barked out without taking her eyes away from a crossword she was working on.

SUMEDH MALLA, Jun 11 2017

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The Long Night

She woke up at 4am on the dot; her entire body drenched in sweat. Panting and flustered, she tried to wish away the dream she had just seen, but it clung on to her like the drenched pajamas she was wearing.

SUDESHNA SINGH, Jun 04 2017

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Jung Bahadur desires a beautiful girl

Mannu Singh was dozing off as usual when the screams roused him. Annoyed, he pushed himself off the armchair and headed downstairs.

Dipesh Risal, May 28 2017

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