horror – Dreams Unlimited

Akram

Akram is dead. Brutally dead. Painfully dead, Maggot eaten dead. Was he human, for the world around him?Who knows? For he died like an animal, Screaming and rotting. He had a mother, a sister a brother. But most of all, he was mourned by his hen. For his mother, his sister, his brother and hisContinue reading “Akram”

The Swing.

“Nice girl”, what was her name again? Naniba asked as I closed the main door. “Naniba…!” I involuntarily rolled my eyes. You just finished talking with her for an hour about Khambaliya! How could you forget? Naniba smiled, her wistful, old person’s smile, reaching her soft brown crinkled eyes as she slowly straightened the palluContinue reading “The Swing.”

That Night

I have had those dreams. Yes, I am a conservative Gujarati male, Software Engineer, 26 YO, owner of a white Suzuki Swift. And I have had those dreams for some years now. Not unlike the rest of my friends, who are all, conservative Gujarati males, software engineers also 26 year olds and owners of theirContinue reading “That Night”