The mini-saga, as a form of fiction, was invented by British science fiction writer Brian Aldiss and popularised by The Daily Telegraph in the 1980s.
“Murder! Murder!” cried a woman in horror, standing over a bleeding man in a shadowy lane.
After the radio issued a warning about an escaped serial killer, I drove down a forest trail. A man waved for a lift.
On Abdul’s birthday, his grandfather, gifted him a beautiful wristwatch.
I sat in my childhood room after twenty years, basking in the breeze scented with shiulis. Inadvertently, I called out, “Maa, where’s my school album?
With a throbbing head, Jenny came home, desperate to rest. As she opened her bedroom door, she froze – she was already lying.
Fatima wandered the familiar forest, searching for mushrooms after the torrential rain. She lost her way near a fennel patch.
Driven by an irresistible impulse and ignoring the counsels of her village, Rosie entered the shadowed woods.
“Don't worry Scout, I am here,” whispered a voice as Scout sat alone in the empty classroom
Everyone clustered around the weathered casket beneath the cypress tree in the garden.
A man, shocked by the sudden loss of his diamond ring, travels back in time to catch the thief.
I panicked—my wallet was gone! Through the trains’ window, I spotted her – the woman whose tales of honesty had charmed me.
Mark knelt at her tombstone, placing a diamond ring on the cold granite, another on his finger.
In response to Avery’s question, “Attending White’s session?” the young man asked, “Do you recommend him?”
The Dean’s inflexible words echoed in the young man’s mind as he stormed through Vienna, consumed by rage and frustration.
“Never a lie – the hallmark of a gentleman,” he boasted at the picnic lunch with close friends and family.
