Writer: Swetha Amit

Santa Blues

{Mar 26, 2026}

I don’t know how to describe to this little boy that I’m not Santa, I’m just a 30-year-old guy without a chimney or a roof. That I sometimes rest my head on a friend’s couch for a day or even a week if I’m lucky. That I got this stint because of my friend who works here as kitchen staff.… more

Amidst the clouds

FLASH FICTION by Swetha Amit

{Aug 26, 2025}

I don’t move when the sun disappears behind the clouds. I don’t move when I see the white puffs turning gray. I don’t move when I hear the clap of thunder. I don’t even move when I feel the raindrops on my head, trickling down my cheeks like tears.… more

Selling Hotdogs

FLASH FICTION by Swetha Amit

{Oct 5, 2024}

As another gust of wind blows, I imagine them locked in a passionate embrace. I bite my lip so hard it bleeds. I run my tongue over my lips. The bitter taste of regret and envy continues to swirl inside my mouth.… more

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