The Voyage of the Sailor
The sailor swam in perfect pitch black. Perfect silence loomed closer and closer. Slosh-plop, slosh-plop, slosh-plop; a rhythm he was too afraid to break, else he never gets it up again. The darkness was...
Category: Short Story
Thoughts of a Sick Man
I’m here again in a body and find myself speaking a different tongue. There is a woman behind me; I don’t think I know her. My derealised mind comes to a halt. I’m speaking....
The Consequence
Trembling. My whole body was trembling. I covered my mouth. Don’t scream, don’t scream … I mustn’t scream. Tucked away rigidly beneath the desk, I peeked at the petrifying scene before me. My father...
