Not all skills are worth having.
By Shayaan Khusro
It’s not an issue of skill
I just do not kill
Because it makes me ill.
And it should make you too ill
How can you be human when you kill
Other humans just to polish your skill?
Bruh chill,
It’s just a video game about a battle on a hill
Nothing that should make you ill.
This poem was published in Valley Of Tales by The Old Library.
Hi, my short story, Just A Construction Worker, was published in Moonflowers And Manuscript: A Garden Of Voices Vol 2 by Alfaaz Publication.
It’s about how, when a group of friends splits up into two due to an incident, the construction worker brings them back together.
Here’s the excerpt:
You can order a copy here:
I finally completed my web novel, Living The Life In An AI Slop Story. Thanks to everyone who gave it a read. If you haven’t read it and enjoy 4th wall-breaking comedy or urban fantasy, check it out on the Good Novel app/website.
https://www.goodnovel.com/book/Living-The-Life-in-an-AI-Slop-Story_31001309137
My short story The Angel of Death featured in the anthology Syahi as part of the Indian Writers’ League.
You can order your copy here
https://amzn.in/d/01Zqc1I8
Or you can read the story here:
My story, Diya’s Fiancé, featured in December Writing Contest – Season 2 – 2025 anthology by White Falcon Publishing. The story is a short urban fantasy where Sandhya investigates Siddharth to see if he is worthy of Diya, only to bite more than she can chew.
Excerpt
Late into the night, when most of the city was asleep, the Zero Hour Club was awake and partying hard. The DJ played EDM at full volume, the club’s soundproof walls preventing the noise from going out and waking the neighbours. Its occupants swayed with the music, letting stress flow out of their bodies.
But not everyone in the club was here to party. Sandhya was here for a man, who was having a drink at the bar.
“That’s him,” Sandhya pointed him out to her friends.
“Are you sure we need to investigate him?” Kavya asked, “He doesn’t look like the cheating type.”
Indeed, other than the fact that Siddharth was in a nightclub, he didn’t seem like the party animal type. He was in semi-formal, quietly drinking without interacting with anyone. He pushed up his spectacles every now and then but otherwise hadn’t moved from his spot for the past fifteen minutes.
“We can’t risk it, you know what type of men Diya keeps falling for,” Sandhya said firmly.
“Not all her boyfriends were bad,” Kavya retorted.
“Like Dev, who was not two-timing but three-timing Diya,” Shreya pointed out.
“Or Yash, who was a toxic and abusive piece of shit,” Riya added.
“Or Sebastian, who was dating Prajakta on the side,” Divya added.
“Okay, so Diya does not have a good track record of boyfriends,” Kavya accepted.
“Which is why we need to make sure her fiancé is right for her,” Sandhya said.
Excerpt end
You can order and read the book here
Written for a contest.
By Shayaan Khusro
Come out through the window
Sneakily, without alerting your parents, sound asleep,
For a night to remember.
A small book with big dreams.
By Shayaan Khusro
I’m a small book in a large library
Filled with people who love to read
Some are here for epics of never-ending adventures
Others for short tales with a sweet aftertaste
And that worries me, for I fit neither category
Because my story is too long for some
And too short for others
Moreover, though they say
Don’t judge a book by its cover; many readers do
And mine happens to be a rather dull blue
Just as much on the inside as outside.
But I’m still hopeful of finding readers,
Even if a few, who will cherish my story.
I may even get to see the world outside
And return with some squiggles too.
Until then, I wait on this dusty shelf
Hoping for a hand to reach for me.
This poem was published in Glooms and Glints vol 7.
Another short story makes it to an anthology.
My story Treasure Hunt featured in Seven Shades of Love Vol 2 by Blue Star Publication.
Here’s an excerpt from it
Treasure Hunt
By Shayaan Khusro
While the Dosco High School was busy ignoring the principal’s Sports Day speech, Arun sighed for the nth time as he admired Kiran.
“You’d be the champ of the staring competition,” Ali teased Arun, “It’s been a month since she joined. Talk to her already.”
“It’s easy for you to say, girls love Sports Captain, not weebs like me,” Arun whined.
“What if I give you a chance?”
“How?”
“Enter the Boys’ Treasure Hunt.”
If you want to read the full story, order the book at the link below.
My web novel makes it to the finals.
I wrote a web novel called Masquerade for the “Twilight Frontiers” Writing Competition, which made it to the finals. If you like it, please vote for it at https://myanimelist.net/featured/2412/ with your MAL account.
If you’d rather read it to see whether it deserves your vote or not, you can read it at https://www.honeyfeed.fm/novels/27143/chapters
My first solo book published.
I am pleased to announce that my poetry collection book, Captured Musings, has been published and is available for sale. The book was written as part of the 21-day challenge by BookLeaf Publishing, in which I had to write one poem every day for 21 days.
You can order the paperback version here and the e-book version here.
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