My mother was a little psycho. She had a good heart, and to the outside world, she was a wonderful human being. People respected her for her profession and for the humble woman that she was. But she was the opposite of me, her daughter. She never liked to take any kind of responsibility at […]
She stared at her child in disbelief, trying to recall when and where her daughter could have heard those words. Silencing her, she moved closer and sat her down. “Tell me, who taught you those foul words? It wasn’t me or your father.” Silence. “Answer me,” she demanded, her voice trembling with fear and
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗘-𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 It all began way before I became the monarch of the most powerful empire in the world. When I was just a child, my father was cold, impassive and unwilling to care for anything but his inflated ego. I think I gleaned all my traits from him. My mother was no better. She
“When will you be back, son?” Eunice asked as she straightened the collar of Timothy’s tunic. Timothy towered over her by half an inch but that didn’t stop her from fussing over her only son, nevermind that he was almost twenty-one. “We’ve been over this a million times, Mom,” Timothy said, dramatically rolling his eyes.
You know when they say love is beautiful? Well, let me just be truthful with you: love is not at all that beautiful. I know you must be wondering why I will be saying this—the best answers in my journal or book, anyone you call it—164 days with you. I remembered when we first met
The hook had begun for Akpan by taunting the sacred Akoma tree in Akomoba village when he returned that fateful May. Akpan was appalled by the reverence the villagers still gave it; 25 years after he had left for the city. Every day from his arrival, he watched as all cadres of the villagers came
EP 1 The young slender lady stirred, groaning in protest at being disturbed. She had been resting her head on a wooden bed that was covered with the skin of some unfortunate animal, her left hand laced into that of the sick man lying on the bed. “Talitha,” a woman’s voice called gently as
WILDFIRE ~~~ BLURB An unfortunate incident in a university escalates into an all-out war that spreads like wildfire through the country. On the surface, it seems like a natural glitch, however, there are some supernatural opposing forces at war in this dystopian setting. What is to be the fate of three friends, each from the
𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗦 Trigger warning: Mentions of rape and suicidal thoughts. (PS: There’s light at the end of the darkest tunnel) • • • The nemesis began that woeful night when robbers raided your house, shot your father in the leg and raped you while your poor father writhed and cried in agony. Your mother had travelled
