Inkspilled Papers by Kaaya Faye
Blotted Papers

Story

Story Archive is a broader category. It houses lengthy stories irrespective of their respective subjects. These are perfect reads for literature lovers and extensive readers.
Make for a great bedtime read
These stories are great to go to bed with. Longer stories run in a series of chapters for easy readability.
What are they about?
These stories are fictional and based in different timelines. The characters differ completely and variety is its essence. Therefore, you can surf the category to find a topic that interests you. There’s something for everyone.

Writer’s Note – These stories are written as a means of entertainment. Hence, it is suggested the reader sits with a cup of hot tea or coffee.

Cautionary Note – Keep a napkin, if you are a little too senti. Some parts of these stories might hurt worse than a brick.

 

 

Savitri stands by the wall while a red stripe covers her face and an elephant imitates that stripe in similar colours.

Unwinding Waves of Crimson Mist – Chapter 2

The haveli was surreal for her. The ponds inside, their beautiful flower and candle decoration left her awestruck. Tall walls were carved in beautiful designs. There were statues of peacocks and numerous paintings. Even her kanchli was decorated with small frames of artwork. While walking through the place, she came across a marbled section, different from the rest of the mansion. There were no men, only women playing, talking, busy with their daily chorus. “Stop there. You are not supposed to go in.” said a woman who was dressed entirely in white.

A woman getting ready for her dance, wearing bangles while her hand makes perfect mudra.

Unwinding Waves of Crimson Mist

  “Savitri”, called out a loud but tender voice from downstairs. It was a beautiful morning in the month of August. The sky was cloudy and it was drizzling when

Reparo

“What do you mean? What kind of question is this? Why would I not remember the face of a guy I have been living with for months now?” He could see she was aggressive and he had made her angry but he kept persisting.

The Last Kiss

The Last Kiss It was a thundering night, and the sky rained as if to drown the city and to cease any tomorrow from existing. On such haunting, stormy night

shinya kogami

Smoke and Mirrors

Smoke and Mirrors She was looking at him as he stood on the road with a cigarette between his index finger and his thumb. He stood there under pale sunlight,