Black Mist and other stories 10

black mist and other stories

Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- It is a collection of dark stories, paranormal mostly but not gothic, it prefers scaring by creating eerie images not blood, gore, violence. She will certainly love to see it in your Halloween collection!

Black Mist and other stories
https://www.createspace.com/5058824
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ontgsbe

Forebodings
piece 3

He woke up with a sweat soaked body.

Morning light was slowly pouring in from the window. He went out for a long morning walk.

It was Wednesday morning. Two more days before Abhimanyu and Disha showed up, so he had to tidy up his week-end assignments so he could dedicate his weekend to them.

The day vanished like a rocket bursting out to sky. Every bone of his body was aching when he went to bed.

The dream returned…”Run!” he tried to scream to the woman but his tongue was as heavy as stone… he knew why… he knew if he looked at himself in a mirror he will see a statue made of gray stone.

The hand shot out and a shrill sound shattered his sleep. The phone was ringing.

He jumped out of the bed; his heart was beating like a drum, large drops of sweat rolled down his forehead, leaving their salty taste on his lips.

“Hello?” he picked it up.

“Son, it’s me!” it was his father’s friend Raj Shetty. He instantly felt blood draining out of his body.

His father planned a surprise trip, their plane crashed. There were no survivors. His step mother was three month pregnant, that’s what they were about to celebrate.

This time the wound was much deeper than the earlier one.

His friends were sympathetic, but he could not open his heart to them. He wanted to talk with someone. But who will believe in the “premonition” mumbo jumbo!

Guilt started to gnaw him; he started to feel he might have been able to save his father at least, if only he had contacted him and asked him to cancel the trip… or be cautious while he was driving or flying…

https://www.createspace.com/5058824
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ontgsbe

to be continued…

Advertisements

5 thoughts on “Black Mist and other stories 10

I LOVE TO READ AND RETURN COMMENTS. SOME OF MY READERS DONT LEAVE URL, IF THEY START LEAVING URL I WILL JUST LOVE TO READ THEIR WORKS TOO.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s