Saroj Rana
Stories (11/0)
Hero
"How is he?" Asks my sister as she walks into my room. "It's not good." Our mother is standing at a window, her shadow shining like a beacon in the middle of the city. "During the day, you're fine. Even smiling. But at night." As he turns, our mother's gray face moves. "I'm running out of options here, Maggie."
By Saroj Rana2 years ago in Fiction
The Terrible
Terrible has fitted him with a special conveyor belt. It carried the Invulnerabella, moving toward the fiery furnace of metalworks, with its muscular arms flexing with carbon-titanium cables. His curse robbed him of his strength whenever he was arrested; the story was just glamorous. His trap would be to plunge him into the very tools that make up the ropes. It was the worst, most horrible sentence ever handed down to him.
By Saroj Rana2 years ago in Fiction
Everyone Loves A Hero
The hero roars at his Harley and sends out laughter that can melt the ice cave. "Hey, sir, what's new?" I can tell you personally that it is impossible to hate a hero. It is also difficult to date a single person unless you enjoy clinging to a cliff, chasing soldiers in a burning building, or wrestling victoriously against the chains that bind you on the tracks. If not, you will never get his full attention. He is busy running out the front door, still chewing half a mouthful of whole-grain pasta that you have baked because there is an earthquake or a human cat tied to a tree.
By Saroj Rana2 years ago in Fiction
We Sold Our Sol
We would love for you to hear about this. We know that change is unresolved, often frightening. It was one of the great truths of human beings, kind people who wore their robes out of carved wood. No major change in human society has ever been possible. There is always anxiety, sometimes even panic. And there is growing pain. Not all people are as skilled at navigating the new roads as they were on the old roads.
By Saroj Rana2 years ago in Fiction
How I Saved the Galaxy (on a Limited Budget)
All of this happened so many years ago that I finally told someone the true story of how I came to put an end to the alien invasion. For some reason I could not get into it, I was assigned to a guarded section of the galaxy that is often operated only by mining robots. Sometimes you are in the wrong place at the wrong time.
By Saroj Rana2 years ago in Fiction
The Centurion
The disgusting movement of her skin shows me — that, and her strange fascination with clocks. Most of the aliens of the Federation have varying degrees of sentience iridescence, but only centurions have that unusual concern, which almost becomes a concern over time.
By Saroj Rana2 years ago in Fiction