The Writing Inertia

I sat alone in the old, creaky wooden house nestled deep in the Western Ghats, along the quiet coastline of the Arabian Sea. It was late on the night of Diwali, and outside, fireworks crackled faintly in the distance, flickering against the black velvet sky. Yet here, atop the secluded hills, all was still. The air was thick with the scent of damp wood, mingling with the faint trace of gunpowder from the stray firecrackers that had drifted this far. The faint glow of my lantern cast shadows across the room, shapes that danced eerily on the walls, fueled by the steady rustle of leaves outside. I’d rented this old house for a quiet getaway, an escape from the city's cacophony. It was obscure, nestled amidst tall trees and silent paths, with no neighbors in sight. The house itself was worn but charming, with an attic, an ancient hearth, and wide, creaking floorboards that seemed to groan under the weight of years. Since Dussehra, I’d been here alone, enjoying the solitude, the quiet, ...

 Hi everyone! We are introducing flash fiction from today. Various genres. And since it is Halloween, Kali Puja, and Diwali today, we thought of beginning with flash fiction relevant to exactly such a theme. So here goes. Happy reading!

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