My Stories

Sanjay was horrified. He had a math test tomorrow but had completely forgotten about it . He had only just remembered, he was lucky he remembered at all but he almost wished he didn’t. But that was difficult since his tuition teacher kept reminding him of it. His friends from the neighborhood had called him to play a game of football but he had to regretfully decline. His math teacher has threatened to expel him if he failed in math again. He got fine grades in almost everything else, it was just math that he had trouble with. Oh how he loathed this subject! He could just about throttle the genius who invented math and wouldn’t he just LOVE to drown the hero who thought of exams? Sighing, he looked out of his study room window where he was currently sitting. The weather outside was just too perfect to stay inside. He was sure not even John, who scores perfect marks on every test would stay inside and study for a stupid math test. But then he had probably already revised for this ages a...

Eww! This is horrible. I feel all sticky and gooey. I absolutely stink. Haven’t this excuse for a man ever heard about cleaning? He has been using me ever since he bought me two months ago and still hasn't washed me once. I would have been so much better off if I was still at home. I miss it there - sitting on the display with those other friendly knives laughing, talking and having fun. Instead, here I am stuck with this criminal who already used me to commit a dozen or so crimes. I feel guilty. He is using me for doing these horrible, unforgivable sins. I only have my luck to curse for ending up here. I should have just been content with the life I had led before. Instead I always envied any of us who were bought. I guess I wanted to be wanted. I wanted to feel useful and be used. But I never once thought of what I might be used for. The very first thing this man who I am ashamed to call my master did with me was cut the bottom part of a lady's shopping bag. Just a bit, but t...