short story.

I always wanted to write my own book. A novel. A biography. A non-fiction. Okay fine, children book atleast. Thats the reason why i started with this blog and made a pact to keep it for as long as I could – could possibly find the time hikhokhik.

Heres one of my work.

It was a dark and stormy night. The streets were empty. They seemed sad almost and hollow. The wind was howling and the rain was pouring down upon the rooftop so loud that he could barely hear the sound of his teakettle. Eventually, the storm passed and normal activity resumed.

The end.

short story.