Suddenly the doctor felt an iron grip of two hands around his neck, and a mouth near his nose. The freak had gotten loose somehow,
Author: Abhishek Mitra
I am a Biotech Engineer by education, used to be an Analyst by profession, am a self taught Artist and I like to read and write short stories.
Classtuto Bhai (Brothers of the same Class)
Then, one summer day, Sameer – my best friend – was going off to play football during the recess and asked me to keep an eye on his sack.
It’s Not In The DNA
Story of the Month Mar’2015: I cannot cling on to my past forever, I must let it go; I must be able to talk to men. The act of one person shouldn’t poison my mind so much that I hate the rest of them.
