K P S Plaha
@k.p.s.plaha
Kanwar loves doing the write thing. He began dreaming of being a writer when his essay won the top spot in grade 7 at school. Since then, he has mostly written flash fiction based on prompts. He used to call himself a prompt writer--always willing to write something at the drop of a hat--or with an actual prompt! Recently, he has started writing short stories and believes he has few ideas for a novel.
Kanwar is a husband and a dad living in Sydney. Besides writing, Kanwar liked to shoot and hang things, as in photography and painting. He taps a keyboard and pushes a mouse but calls it his "day job".
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He finds a mysterious time-capsule in his garage on 1st April. Brushing it off as an April Fools' joke is going to cost him his entire life ... almost!
A heart-warming Christmas tale. Five-year-old Olivia lays down the law on Christmas Eve: "Make sure there are enough cookies, and milk for Santa and his reindeer". However, when bad weather plays Grinch and threatens to dampen Christmas cheer, her dad must do everything possible to keep her faith alive in Santa.
The frozen lake cracked beneath his feet. He went rigid for a moment hoping the crack wouldn’t widen or zigzag around the lake.
Hope is a terrible thing.
Why does love feel as alien as being from another Universe? Peter is about to find out. It's just those pesky Xs and Os that keep cropping up everywhere around him and he is obsessed with patterns. Meanwhile, his phone alarm has gone off and he must acknowledge it, asap!
Sally can't remember how she ended up in that strange place. Everything is blurred, as if she is inside a glass marble with a frosted surface. What's more, a young man is choking on his spicy burrito sitting across from her!
(This story is best enjoyed in conjunction with my earlier story. "Entanglement - a tale of quantum proportions" at https://novelo.com/story/631/)
Paid StoryHe is a doppelganger of a Bollywood star. He is also a spy. Will Vir dance his way into the lair of an international terrorist and sashay out alive? And what's with those dark glasses the celebrities wear to every event?
In the land of the Infinite People lies the gift that can save a tribe. Will they accept it warmly, or give it a cold reception?
A birthday cake, a candle, and few beers. A micro-tale of enlightenment, perhaps?