The Tiny Scroll
Introduces the idea of micro-fiction vending kiosks to dispense short,
engaging content in the form of narratives, poetry and graphic works.
TTS offers stories from across geographies and cultures,
and a domain for wordsmiths and doodlers to demonstrate their flair.
Presented to the reader in the form of a scroll,
to be unrolled at leisure and ease with the essence of a serene escape.
A tale told for you, by the best of storytellers,
the soothing solitude is just a scroll away._
The Tiny Scroll
Short Stories, Artwork & More
A Night At The Museum
His hands were searching hastily for the buttons on Nisa’s complicated top. He kissed her softly as he pulled her shirt out of her skirt. Within the next three minutes, their clothes were off…
For the first time in her life, Mira wasn’t in control and she couldn’t be happier. Everything, from making love to silent walks, was a quiet celebration. A celebration of her love for Rian and she couldn’t wait to tell the world!
She looked up.. There was the sky. It seemed to be in a perpetual state of twilight. She looked down.. There were clouds – Immense, Surreal. She saw her mother and her father in those clouds. ‘I missed you! I missed you so much ’, she muttered….
The moon is exceptionally beautiful today. It glows like the face of a happy bride. I just had to mark the occasion down somewhere so I would remember it forever.
To the hundreds of thousands of souls that look at you every night, usually reminiscing on a beautiful thought._
There were deep claw marks on the inside of the door. The poor bastards had desperately tried to get out. There were chips of nail and drops of dried blood too. Someone had locked them in and left them to die slowly…
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