Nima Niknam

  He felt the rustle of the door opening behind him, the wind glancing against the back of his neck, before immediately the door was shut closed as if it had never opened in the first place. He turned around … Read More »

The old man peeled off the chunks of bread into smaller pieces and tossed them onto the ground as pigeons, and other assortments of birds flocked towards the crumbs, pecking away at them. This was his usual routine. He would … Read More »

The Motel of Dreams He grabbed the door handle and pulled, the door creaking open slowly, as if it had not been done so in years. As the entryway opened up, he was relieved to find that there were no … Read More »

He was seated on the bench; pencil in hand, his notebook on his lap. He sat there quietly, his mind intensely focusing on the page of lined paper in front of him. He scribbled down word after word as quickly … Read More »

The sun shined down on him suddenly, waking him from his deep sleep. He had been dreaming. A dream like no other. The dream had been strange and confusing. In the dream he and his friends were humans. They had … Read More »

She put on her diving goggles and jumped into the ocean, her scuba device connected to her mouth through the tube. She had never done something so drastic but she had decided to do something different, something bold. It was … Read More »

He waited. And waited. And waited. It was never ending it seemed. Constantly waiting and waiting without an end in sight. He checked his watch, once, twice, but the seconds ticked slowly, meticulously, as if they were purposely stalling. It … Read More »