All In Your Head: short stories about mental illness.


Here’s my newest collection of short stories. The book is inspired by real people suffering mental disorders, and aims to raise awareness against stigma. I write this not only as a psychiatrist, but also as a patient.

The first story in this book is mine.

To read the book, follow this link or click the book cover.

P.S. If you have a Wattpad account, I’d appreciate your votes and comments on my book. šŸ™‚

The Book of Misfits… A new free book on Wattpad!

Check out my latest flash fiction collection on Wattpad!

Your votes and comments on my book are very much appreciated. šŸ˜€

Click the image below, or here!


Vanboy: a new free book!


Here comes a new story of mine! Please check it out on, I’d appreciate any feedback indeed. šŸ™‚

Here’s the 1st chapter!


Intersections: Chapter2!


A new chapter of my latest flash fiction book on Wattpad has arrived! šŸ™‚

Intersections is a collection of short pieces about random people who cross your path.

Your feedback is appreciated! šŸ™‚

Intersections… A new book!



I have just published a new book on Wattpad! A collection of flash fiction pieces about strangers who cross our path. Feel free to check the first chapter! I would really appreciate it if you took the time to read it. Here’s the link:

(I) Stalker

Any feedback is welcome! šŸ™‚

The Girl In Orange: Chapter 3!


Here comes chapter 3 of my short horror story; The Girl In Orange.

I would very much appreciate it if you support me by downloading the kindle edition just for $1!

Also, if you enjoy it, please head to its Goodreads page and rate it.

Thank you very much! šŸ™‚



The Girl In Orange: Chapter 2.


Here comes a new chapter of my latest short story, The Girl In Orange.

Any feedback you’re kind enough to offer would be appreciated.

The Girl In Orange: A short story.


It’s been a while since my latest piece of fiction. Here’s a new horror story, the first chapter is on wattpad in the following link.

I would very much appreciate your feedback. šŸ™‚

A box of memories..

Source: Google images.

Papers andĀ plastic bags have piledĀ on the basement floor as she’s gone on the cleaning chore. She’s sitting there sorting out andĀ labeling what needs recycling and what goes to the trash when an outwornĀ small wooden box grasps her attention. Her fingers reach out to the rusty lock and manage to open the mystery box unveiling a cluster of photos amid other things she can’t make out.Ā AĀ chuckleĀ flees her mouth at recalling the people lining in a photo she picked, memories of the old days float to the surface of her mind..

Back then, she was a typical fool; irresponsibleĀ and dreamy. She used to be aimless and clumsy, her priority was her looks and her worst nightmare was missing the prom. That day when she lined up with her friends taking photos was her sweet 16, look at how old she has grown!

Shuffling through the pics, warmth rush into her system as flickers of her old life sneak before her eyes. She bursts out laughing when the memory of the guy who lived next door nudges her, how on earth could she have a crush on a boy with thatĀ lengthĀ of hair or that amount of smoke coming out of his mouth?! Back then she wasn’t aware that manhood isn’t measured with how “funky” one looks!

The squeak of the door behind her draws her back to reality and she turns to face the little girl standing at the doorstep. “Hunnie, what brought you down here? Have you finished your milk?” The girl nodded. “Bravo! Let’s make you a sandwich!”… The box of memories has to wait on the floor until the little girl is fed.

Inspired byĀ The Daily Post At‘s Daily Prompt: “Sweet Sixteen“.

Going back..

Source; Google images.


“I don’t have to suffer!” He thought.

He’s been living in chaos, growing old and lonely. HeĀ committedĀ countless sins and wilted much health and wealth, he needed a fresh start..

It didn’t take him much thinking beforeĀ decidingĀ it was time to take off. Ā His fingers trembled reaching out for the control panel, yet the machine was set ready and all it took was a click, a second later, he was voyaging back in time..

He landed 30 years earlier, where he exploded with vigor, where he thought he couldĀ rewrite the past and clean the mess..

He rejoiced,Ā unaware he travelled all the way long to write the last few lines of the book of his life..