Welcome to Pocket Storytime: Your Daily Dose of Short Stories

 

Hey there!
I’m Swathi, and I’m thrilled to welcome you to Pocket Storytime — a cozy little corner of the internet where stories fit right into your pocket. Whether you have five minutes on your commute, a short break, or just want a quick escape, this blog is here to bring you modern, engaging short stories that spark your imagination.

Why Pocket Storytime?
Because life’s busy, but great stories don’t have to wait. Here, you’ll find fresh tales across genres — from heartwarming moments to thrilling twists, and everything in between. My goal is to give you bite-sized stories that you can enjoy anytime, anywhere.

Expect new stories every week , and feel free to join the conversation by leaving comments or sharing your thoughts. Don’t forget to subscribe so you never miss a story!

Thank you for stopping by — let’s dive into the world of stories together.

Happy reading!
Swathi

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