<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Short Fiction on teddywrites</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/tags/short-fiction/</link><description>Recent content in Short Fiction on teddywrites</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 16 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/tags/short-fiction/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>One Last Time</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/one-last-time/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/one-last-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hey, how are you?&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;She sent me a text.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;I had been expecting it. It had been a while.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m just fine, I guess. Nothing good, nothing bad. Just fine, I replied.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I know those words. You&amp;rsquo;re already planning how to cope if I leave. Why do you always overthink things?&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;She was hauntingly accurate when it came to reading my feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s better to be prepared, I thought. That&amp;rsquo;s what always happens, isn&amp;rsquo;t it? People leave. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t that I was perfect—I had made my fair share of mistakes—but I wasn&amp;rsquo;t someone who had done nothing wrong either. Maybe they just felt trapped. Maybe I was the problem. But it&amp;rsquo;s just a hypothetical.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Love, Time, and Messages</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/love-time-and-messages/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Dec 2024 17:33:40 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/love-time-and-messages/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It finally happened. It was only funny when I was theorycrafting about it, but now that it really happened, I don’t know how to handle this.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever thought about or even dreamt of time travel? Or something similar? Well, not exactly traveling, but some kind of phenomenon related to time manipulation.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;It happened to me—well, in a way. It happened to her as well. The issue is that only one of us knows. Well, technically two, because she counts as two. For fuck’s sake, time travel is complicated.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Liquid Courage</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/liquid-courage/</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/liquid-courage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;ring ring ring&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo; a voice on the other end replied.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, man, it&amp;rsquo;s me, Max,&amp;rdquo; I enthusiastically said.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Holy fu&amp;hellip; Where the hell have you been? It&amp;rsquo;s been a hot minute, hasn&amp;rsquo;t it? When did we last talk?&amp;rdquo; he asked.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t remember, really. Probably a year ago, I guess?&amp;rdquo; I replied.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It should be. So why did you suddenly manifest? What&amp;rsquo;s going on with your life, man?&amp;rdquo; he was curious.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Alternate Adolf</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/alternate-adolf/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/alternate-adolf/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This, This doesn&amp;rsquo;t have enough heads you know. But. you&amp;rsquo;ve managed to capture the essence of architecture really well. Don&amp;rsquo;t you think that&amp;rsquo;s your calling? One of the instructors said to the teen who was standing in front of him expectantly.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Sir, I was…&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry but We are looking for someone with other talents than yours. I strongly believe your calling is Architecture.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Doppelganger</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/the-doppelganger/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/the-doppelganger/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Louis was practising a new piece of sheet music given to him by his mentor. He had always been fond of the piano and its music. Throughout his five-year journey, he kept setting new milestones to surpass the ones before. His mentor knew this and trained him without making him feel overwhelmed.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Louis was happy with what he had been given. He had always wanted to play a piece by Liszt. As he sat down to play, he heard faint piano music coming from next door. He stopped for a moment and listened. It was as he had guessed: someone was playing a piano. He could make out the faint tune of “River Flows in You.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Creator of Death</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/creator-of-death/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/creator-of-death/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As I finished my final entry on the report of the Olympian experiment, I felt like a heavy burden lifting from my shoulders. But that only lasted for a mere moment when I realised what I had done.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Are you okay Doctor? I heard the faint voice of my Assistant Veronica. It was only then I realised the worries had manifested to lengths where it can be seen from outside.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Death</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/death/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/death/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have died,&#10;It&amp;rsquo;s been a minute.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;I can hear Doctors and Nurses trying their best to breathe life into me. I feel an electric shock of Defibrillator coursing through my body.&#10;But, I have accepted my death and moved on.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;I have died,&#10;It&amp;rsquo;s been an hour.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;I can hear my family trying to get into the theatre. They are at a loss and can&amp;rsquo;t believe what they heard. I see my wife and kids crying. They were good to me when I lived.&#10;But, I have accepted my death and moved on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Loss</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/loss/</link><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/loss/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Logan! Logan!! Stay with me, don&amp;rsquo;t drift away.&amp;rdquo; Logan heard a faint voice in his ears, he could barely see a shadow of a woman through his bloodshot eyes. As he drifts to sleep, Logan knew this was it for him. He didn&amp;rsquo;t have time to process anything. As his final words, he chose to crack a joke at the woman he loved, &amp;ldquo;Drifting deez…&amp;rdquo; he couldn&amp;rsquo;t finish it as he succumbed to his ill fate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rain and the Girl — Again</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/rain-and-girl---again/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/rain-and-girl---again/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was caught off guard with a feeling of sudden coldness on my palm. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t in the forecast, was it? I didn&amp;rsquo;t even bring my umbrella. I thought to myself.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Although It was unexpected, I&amp;rsquo;ve always been a pluviophile. Ah, big word man.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;The sky was grey, It was that darker shade of grey with earthy smell going around. If I remember correctly It&amp;rsquo;s been awhile since we had rain. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t in a hurry to get up from the bench I was sitting on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Story of Harry</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/the-story-of-harry/</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/the-story-of-harry/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;No, No. You don&amp;rsquo;t understand. She was trying to make amends. She knew what she did was wrong and all she wanted was a chance to prove that she deserved a new life as much as the next criminal who gets one. And this city opened up like a bottomless chasm and swallowed her whole. And you still think this is fair? James was screaming in the rain. A gun in his hand and droplets of water getting mixed downstream of tears on his face.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Spy</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/the-spy/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/the-spy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Did you call me Mr. Evans? Timmy asked the bossy figure in front of him.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Ah, yes. Timmy, welcome my child. I hope I didn&amp;rsquo;t steal you from something important. Because This is as important as it gets. Mr. Evans asked Timmy.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;No Sir. I was on my way here so It&amp;rsquo;s okay. Timmy, frightened, replied.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Now, Timmy. Let me ask you something. I&amp;rsquo;m gonna be honest with you for a second here. You know who I am, I&amp;rsquo;m a ruthless control freak. And I hate to see things out of order. Tell me Timmy, how do we treat someone who&amp;rsquo;s out of control? Mr. Evans asked in a menacing voice.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dwyane on the Dance Floor</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/dwyane-on-the-dancefloor/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/dwyane-on-the-dancefloor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Dwyane is still holding on to his laugh on the dancefloor. Although he&amp;rsquo;s feeling a bit woozy, He&amp;rsquo;s trying to process the event that just happened.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mr. Reinhardt sends his regards&amp;rdquo; Dwyane heard a faint voice in his left ear.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Dwyane could feel his shirt getting dampened by the sweat and something else. There was no pain, just a little bit of pressure.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why?&amp;rdquo; Dwyane asked.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;He didn&amp;rsquo;t get any reply. As he was falling to the ground, Dwyane saw the shocking faces of those who were dancing around him. His decisions took him to the place he is at today.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Into the Sunset — A Short Story</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/into-the-sunset-a-short-story/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2021 18:29:15 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/into-the-sunset-a-short-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It isn&amp;rsquo;t easy, you know. Eventually, you&amp;rsquo;ll start to see me as I see myself right now, and the feelings you have for me will fade away like they never existed in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;You see, love as we define it is relative to the opinion we have of someone. As long as you consider me a proper person to share your time with and tolerate the existence of me beside you till death do us part, you will continue to love me. If and when you lose that opinion, you&amp;rsquo;ll start to see the flaws you have actively ignored until now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Why Do You Keep Coming Back to Me?</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/why-do-you-keep-coming-back-to-me/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2018 19:49:14 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/why-do-you-keep-coming-back-to-me/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I Loved you.&amp;rdquo; She insisted.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;See, That&amp;rsquo;s where you&amp;rsquo;re wrong. you never loved me. you thought you did, but you didn&amp;rsquo;t. you were looking for validation. at that moment of your life you needed someone weaker or unfortunate than you. you wanted someone to suffer more than you. i was the scapegoat in your quest to find such a victim.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;whenever you feel down or insecure you would ask me how my day was, Because you knew my day would&amp;rsquo;ve been shittier than yours was. it always was.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Girl from the Web</title><link>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/the-girl-from-the-web/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2018 16:40:18 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://teddywrites.pages.dev/en/posts/the-girl-from-the-web/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t exactly call her a ball of pure happiness. she was grey, her heart was pure, but her life filled with darkness. she was someone you would call a flight risk. yet, i found her quite compelling. a puzzle to solve. the way i met her, the way i kept talking with her, i have grown quite fond of her.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;blockquote&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;She was a paradox, scary yet intriguing.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;the day i solve that puzzle, i might able to reach her. hopefully, someday.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>