Thoughting.in
Where thoughts become stories.
Serial stories in parts and short pieces from the inner world. Romance, kids, horror, crime, and thoughts about memory, dreams and hope. Start at part one; we remember where you stopped.
Some stories run twenty-five parts. Some are one sitting. Some are a single sentence. All of them began as a thought that would not sit still.
Stories worth staying up for
అమ్మమ్మకి పని లేదు
అమ్మమ్మ విశ్రాంతి తీసుకోవాలన్నదే నియమం. అమ్మమ్మకు వేరే ఆలోచనలు ఉన్నాయి — పదకొండు గ్లాసుల కాఫీతో సహా.
Read by feeling
Romance
Love that takes its time — slow burns, second chances, promises kept.
5 stories →Kids
Bedtime-sized adventures for young readers and the grown-ups reading aloud.
7 stories →Horror
Read with the lights on. Old houses, wrong turns, things that answer back.
4 stories →Crime
Cases, cons and the people who cannot leave a question alone.
3 stories →Fantasy
Kingdoms, curses and quiet magic. Maps you can get lost in.
3 stories →Sci-Fi
Near futures and far ones. Machines, missions, and the people inside them.
3 stories →Mythology
Old gods and epics retold: Puranas, folk legends, the stories grandmothers keep.
3 stories →Drama
Families, marriages, money, pride. Real lives at their turning points.
5 stories →Comedy
Mix-ups, weddings, office wars and neighbours. Stories that make you laugh out loud.
3 stories →Adventure
Journeys, treasure, survival, the road. Something is out there and someone goes after it.
3 stories →Greentext
>be me. Short, deadpan, one line at a time. Stories told the way the internet tells them.
5 stories →Thoughts
Short pieces from the inner world — memory, dreams, loneliness, hope. One sitting each.
8 stories →The rain in Chennai didn't fall; it attacked.
Thoughts too short to be stories
A goddess grants a wish to anyone who can make her laugh. Your village has been trying for two hundred years. Your grandfather came closest.
The river keeps whatever is confessed to it. This summer the river is drying up.
Your name is in your grandfather's diary, in his handwriting, dated eleven years before you were born.
Every child in the family is told the same bedtime story. You have just learned that it is a confession.
The neighbour's clock is four minutes fast. So is her news.
You inherit a shop, its stock, and a ledger of debts owed to your father by people who are all still alive and still on this street.
Have one of your own? Send a prompt. The ones we heart appear here under your name.
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