In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills, there was a small shop known for its intricate clocks and delicate timepieces. The shop, “Time’s Elegance,” was run by an elderly clockmaker named Mr. Thorne. His craftsmanship was legendary, and the clocks he made were said to possess a unique magic, able to bend time itself. Young Oliver, an ambitious and curious boy, had always admired Mr. Thorne’s work from a distance. When Mr. Thorne’s health began to decline, the old clockmaker reluctan
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Here's a short bonus story inspired by the themes of the microtales which are published in 20 MICROS: This is not taken from 20 micros microfiction book this is just first bonus story---The Clockmaker’s ApprenticeIn a quaint village nestled between rolling hills, there was a small shop known for its intricate clocks and delicate timepieces. The shop, “Time’s Elegance,” was run by an elderly clockmaker named Mr. Thorne. His craftsmanship was legendary, and the clocks he made were said to possess a unique magic, able to bend time itself.Young Oliver, an ambitious and curious boy, had always admired Mr. Thorne’s ...Read More
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The Last Cupcake---Mumbai was a city that never seemed to sleep, yet nestled within its bustling streets was a unassuming bakery that served as a quiet refuge for those who sought solace from the relentless pace. The aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, mingling with the salty breeze from the Arabian Sea. The bakery’s walls, adorned with vintage photographs of old Bombay, held within them countless stories—some spoken, most unspoken, but all infused with the warmth of familiarity.Aisha had been coming to the bakery for as long as she could remember. The moment she stepped inside, ...Read More
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The Forgotten NoteThe monsoon rains had softened Delhi’s summer heat, leaving the city fragrant and alive. The streets, usually with dust, now glistened in the morning sun, and the air carried the scent of damp earth. Meera, a history student at Delhi University, had always loved this time of year. The rain felt like a promise, a whisper of something more in a city steeped in history.On one such day, she found herself wandering through the aisles of an old, nearly forgotten library tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The library, with its high ceilings and ...Read More