Short Stories

The Milkman- A Short Tale by Ronald Hadrian

Gokul, the milkman, had worked all his life. He owned neither the cows nor the sheep. Everything belonged to the […]

Ronald Hadrian / November 29, 2025

George Banks stood by the Lazy Market, watching his friend’s banter about Gandhi. “He thinks he will fast himself to

Jasmine Buds My father had once again forgotten to pick me up from school. My kindergarten teacher waited as long

Stephen Church Road stretched dark beneath towering trees. Past a small bend, tourists missed the graveyard that locals knew well.

Ronald Hadrian / September 23, 2025

Rain fell on Mondays. Rain fell on Tuesdays. Rain pelted the town all week, except Friday evening from 3 to

What seemed fun then feels tragic today. What felt like a tragedy then feels like a comedic sketch now. Before

Jagadesh felt relieved. The long weekend had arrived, and the nagging manager would not call him for the next three

October 22, 1947 Dearest A, The white sheets of frozen dew spread across the lawn when I opened the door

In the outskirts of the Zelandian village called Oyto, the first outbreak of infants perishing mysteriously was reported. “What is

Ronald Hadrian / September 16, 2024

Kalika smoothed her silk dress as she perched on the iron bench at Westbrook Station. The September breeze ruffled her