Saturday, Dec 10, 2016.
1:40 AM

In this dinky classroom of beige, windowless walls, and slate and muted marble floors, the silence was heavy. The students, about 50 of them, remained relatively still in their desk-chairs, Continue reading

The Guilt

If ever I’ve had a dream equally frightening as those with paranormal textures, it would be a fiasco at work. It happened this way.

Midnight and I was squandering the time away gabbing and making jokes with some of my co-workers in a little room where the Hematology interns stay during the day. All my patients were sound asleep, and I myself, at some point in time, must have unknowingly fallen into a similar fettle because, Continue reading