Tag: Stories from India

Countless smells spun and rose in the hot, humid air.

The graveyard was dark and cold. Vikram grabbed the corpse

The eerie howl pierced the still of the cold night.

Darkness wrapped King Vikramaditya like a soft blanket. Even though

King Vikramaditya had been walking for a while now. His

How does one persevere in a task that is perilous

King Vikram stepped on the roots sticking out from the

The rain fell like sharp needles. King Vikramaditya held his

King Vikramaditya lowered his foot slowly. The rushing water washed

The jagged bolts of lightning lit up the graveyard. The

King Vikramaditya wiped the sweat running down his brows. The