He woke up, startled, drenched in his own stinking sweat. He vaguely remembered visuals of his nightmare, though he could not understand
Ice
Published by Nikhil Shibnauth in category Suspense and Thriller with tag doctor | mind | paper
Author: Nikhil Shibnauth
I am a student at the University of Mauritius, and I am interested with everything which tends to touch the world of Arts. So I am an amateur singer, composer, writer, poet, film-maker, actor... I hope I am forgetting nothing... I am no accomplished writer, but I hope to get better through the opinions and advice of the beautiful people out here!
Ice
Stop O Night…
Actually, I do not quite know what captured my attention in the first place. What I know, though, is that I was staring her (ogling at her, would an onlooker say).
To Fly and To Be Famous
I have always dreamt of flying, high above the ground, face to face with the horizon, like the wild ducks going to foreign land, like a paper plane
To Mr The Doctor
I write this letter to you to tell you that our baby is with you since the last two months. Please could you send him very soon? You know, he is very important for us.
Through the Windows
Editor’s Choice: His mirror always reminded him of this gnawing detail. And as he heard himself in his mind, another voice reminded him of his loneliness
Murderous Instincts
There are stories which are raked and rummaged through by eras of readers and critics, and each time, the intellectual mind discovers something new
