Short Fiction
Indrapramit Das

The Shadow We Cast Through Time

It is told that the first demon was born when a young human child from the first village on this world wandered out into the forest nearby to explore.

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Short Fiction
Indrapramit Das

Karina Who Kissed Spacetime

I always remember snow speckling the orange cone of streetlight that held my first kiss. It wasn’t snowing that night. This was before time fractured, left me slipping through its cracks like a bead of water.

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Short Fiction
Indrapramit Das

The Widow and the Xir

Namir watches his wife and son as they sift baking salt-pans under the sun. They help gather the wet mounds of white clay that will be turned to dry powder later. If they see him, they will avert their eyes. If he comes any closer, they will flee in fear and alert the village.

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