Fiction Park

A tale of a book thief

Dibesh’s memory drifted back to that April evening, when he was his son’s age. The incident’s memory was like an unforgiving mouse trap that caged him every time his mind drifted there.

Bishrant Katwal, Jun 22 2019

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The girl in the sketch

The only difference is that the girl on the sketch has shorter hair and blue eyes

Nirajan Rijal, Jun 22 2019

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Beyond just the greetings

The thought of presentation came back, becoming more pressing and elemental this time

Blaze Neupane, Jun 15 2019

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One winter morning

Many things were on my mind. Some of sadness, some of regret

Shranup Tandukar, Jun 15 2019

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Timeless love

It was 2005 BS. After seven days of walking my grandfather finally said, “We are now in Kathmandu.” He was in his late sixties, but he didn’t look his age.

Yogesh Gautam, Jun 09 2019

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Clamouring through the same pain

Everyday she wakes up she motivates herself to do better, to fly high. She searches for happiness, satisfaction, but finally ends up stuck with ridiculous emotions which never let her go.

Kantilata Thapa, Jun 02 2019

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Monika and her hug

I cried a lot that night. I truly thought he was the one. I thought a lot about our times together. I didn't know when I fell asleep.

Robert Koirala , Jun 02 2019

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Love is life

Once he caught Nitu looking at him, and she looked away shyly. Something was brewing, but she didn’t know what it was

Manju Bhatt, May 25 2019

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My love is like a red, red rose

One evening you ask me to take you to the lover’s cliff. I carry you in my arms.

Chandra K PJR, May 25 2019

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A walk in the moonless night

In the valley of desperation, lived a man neck deep in debt Tomorrow was the day he was going to lose everything

Sudarshan Rajbhandari, May 12 2019

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Offer me a red rose

The clock tower rings seven bells. Aama must be waiting at the dining table for me, I think. I pack up, put a few files into my bag and leave the office. The guard jots down the time in the register. I walk to Ringroad, and wait for the bus to Koteshwor.

Anjila Wosti, May 12 2019

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The Ghosts of Our Past

I know why I became famous, and it had nothing to do with my content and everything to do with how I looked. I was catering to a demographic of old geezers looking to get it off to a young teenager

PRAJESH SJB RANA, May 05 2019

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