Black Mamba

A short story I wrote on a storm evening. It has also been adapted into a Hindi short story by a friend of mine.

A Scary Dream

I opened the front door and I saw lions walking around in the street. Not running around, but casually walking around as if they lived there. The street was empty with no soul to be seen, not even vehicles. Just one lion walking calmly looking around. The foot path was spot clean with grass evenly... Continue Reading →

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