Tiny Fabella

By Ramita Rajaa

These stories are journeys of love, laughter, fear, and tears. I hope you enjoy reading them!

May 4, 20201 min read

Stolen moments

Like the rays of sunlight that peek through a canopy; A smell escaping through a crack in the door; Or the sound of the ocean

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Jan 31, 20204 min read

Even after all these years, I remember her as easily as the sun remembers to rise each morning. Her sturdy hands, plump frame, the cotton...

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Oct 22, 20193 min read

We were standing in line at the airport. It was my mom's turn to go through the security check, but she stopped to scratch an itch....

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Sep 10, 20193 min read

"Which school do you go to?" My cabbie looks at me from the rearview mirror. "I'm not a student," I respond. "I work." He's not the first...

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Aug 16, 20194 min read

I glance at the clock—3 AM. Only two more hours and I'd have to wake up. Why even sleep? Night is the best part of day. Everyone is busy liv

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Jun 17, 20194 min read

"Okay, hit it," Grishal said. A guitar started strumming out a high note, and the drums picked up after the intro. Soon enough, other...

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Jun 14, 20192 min read

She walked down the aisle alone, looking more beautiful than a spring morning. The white wedding gown was the most womanly thing she had...

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Jun 14, 20194 min read

“Wow, Bel. Your last story was so bad, I thought that was the worst. I was wrong. This one is much, much worse,” said Pete, as he threw...

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Jun 14, 20192 min read

Her empty bed was not directly in my sight, but I could still see it through the corner of my eyes. I tried hard to ignore it, but it...

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Jun 14, 20191 min read

9:41 AM: Get ready by 9:55. 9:43 AM: Sure. 9:54 AM: Give me 5 more minutes. 9:56 AM: Fine. 10:01 AM: Time’s up. Meet me at the car in 3....

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