The Cold Night – Weird Short Stories 3
"Are you sure, Alok?" And the tremble in her voice was visible to my ears. I looked at her coldly for a few seconds and nodded - yes. She was afraid but her fear could not hide the frenzy…
"Are you sure, Alok?" And the tremble in her voice was visible to my ears. I looked at her coldly for a few seconds and nodded - yes. She was afraid but her fear could not hide the frenzy…
The Autumn - Weird Short Story 2 The night was still young and the stars were quite excited by then. Moon was nowhere seen; perhaps, she was sleeping by then or had already slept. Mr B was returning, on that…
He was returning. Helplessly. He was returning from a place where he had not been for the past two years. A place he tried to forget and almost forgot. Time is cruel and the compulsion it brings is crueller…
Why do we love something weird? Why do we love the writings which are ambiguous and take us nowhere but in doing that, take us everywhere? This is rather strange; this is rather weird in itself... however, our love for…