Short Stories - Ronald Hadrian

Let us go to the beach- A Short Story by Ronald Hadrian

My bony fingers dangled as I pointed at my lazy grandson, who was slouched uncomfortably watching TV. He really must […]

My dolls scattered across the faded quilt as I sat on my Mom’s bed. The curtains were drawn, the steel

The carnations wilted in the vase, their sickly-sweet perfume mingling with the acrid stench of death. I stood in the

Kafka surveyed the crowded auditorium, his eyes scanning the sea of eager faces. The citizens of New Eden flocked to

Colin Redding stood in his ephemeral form before the council of inter-dimensional Zealandia ministry pleading his case. “He is

“Write all the answers, don’t be lazy,” said my Poetry Professor as she handed out the answer sheets. It was

The Runner I went to the running camp to heal my aching heart. But I came back barely saving my

The children looked at the new bird cage with confusion. “Mom, what is this?” the elder one, Sangeetha asked, pointing

Prakash Das was a middle-aged man who had successfully avoided marriage. This was not easy for him, but teaching in

Balaji sat across the room, holding his head, oblivious to his surroundings. The red vase with dying lilacs was the