Category: The Fifth Horseman

  Poker Night Ram sat on a small little chair, frantically sweating from every pore of his already greasy skin. He tried focusing his attention on the flickering lights above. Memories came back to the all times he had viva voce and other such interviews. He figured this would feel close to that. Telling himself […]

God, it’s good to be King The first time Ram ever had an actual one on one conversation with Mr Jamal was during his Surgery Rotations at the end of his 4 months. It was almost a year ago long before the Sheila’s untimely demise. He was due for his final assessment; a nerve-wracking sit-down […]

      The Roof Part 1 If there is one thing anybody who works in a hospital will agree to, it will be the fact no day ever feels the same. Some elect the various jobs in tertiary healthcare for that exact reason, and in Dr Lily’s ward, some days can get particularly capricious. […]

You are, and you’re gorgeous   Dr Julie had memorized every bump and scratch on the imperfect varnishing that coated that headboard. Some of those scratches were from her own nails. She rested both her palms to cover them, while her sore knees pressed into the hard mattress, maintaining position. ‘Slow down, that hurts,’ she […]

Some days are good ‘Ahhhhh!’ a young woman kept screaming from the top of her lungs. She violently tossed and turned on her bed. The commotion had alerted everyone. ‘YOU! YOU! I WILL KILL YOU!’ she yelled, her eyes transfixed to Sheila, the doctor retracted standing back horror-stricken. ‘And what are you doing?’ asked Dr […]

Did she say goodbye? It was somewhere around the late of October, almost a year ago, when Ram had his first encounter with the girl that would change his entire life. It was late in the evening and Ram had arrived early to the new place. Employment was about to start tomorrow, the first ever […]

Let’s Damia needed her beauty sleep, and she had warned her husband beforehand that the kid would be his tonight, and no matter the call; a nightmare, a bed-wetting, hunger, or just plain attention seeking behavior, it would not be her, and he understood, because Atirah, the apple of their eye, was not getting any […]