Author: Wu Doo
Phone calls in the latter part of the night, when the moon is brightest and the monsters are lurking, are the worst, the most sinister – almost the harbingers of bad news. It is almost ...
Although his eyes are shut, he can see a mild illumination reflecting on his eyelids-the type of light that filters through cheap blinds. He knows the sun is shining in all its marvel outside-the world, ...
He sent the letter two days ago. “I’m coming home. There’s too much noise here.” That was it. Short and concise. He didn’t wait for a reply. He had lived outside of Pakistan for 7 ...
The following is a work of fiction. I think I reached my breaking point last night. I think. Maybe you can be the judge of that? I saw this coming. Everyone saw this coming. I ...
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