The Diary of a Weeping Widow

The shit thing about falling in love is the fact that you cannot use logic to determine emotional decisions. The heart is verbatim of mental nearsightedness. The vision of a heart approximates seeing through Venetian blinds. The second the heart pilots judgement and resolutions, you are fucked. Why must we lose all senses in the... Continue Reading →

Fallen: Chapter 17

A continuation from Fallen: Chapter 16 Brael shook his head with vehemence that caught Gabriel's attention. The older angel smiled and tapped his shoulder with his angling staff, ' Brael, whatever that happens on the little blue orb will not shake the foundations of heaven" as an after thought, he added, " He will remain... Continue Reading →

The Cleansing – By Percy Jr

The two young souls huddled in a pile. Scared, wet, confused and shivering from the unforgiving winds of whistling through the reeds. The little young boy began to whimper, he wanted his mother, he wanted to go home. The older sister just pulled him tighter, trying to put on a brave face for the both... Continue Reading →

The Fall of Pride – By Tawedzerwa Chagwesha

A Continuation from Escape: The Child Born of Strife Pride limped into the doorway, his prosthetic limb clacked against the stone floor every second step. His chest held up high. A cloche tray held in proper bar-maid fashion and an unmistakable spring in his hobble. Today is going to be a great day. He approached... Continue Reading →

The Passion of Christ. Angels Vs Demons.

A continuation from 24 Hours of Reckoning Lost in time spectrum, Ragael abducted the fruit of Perdition in a bid to find favour in the eyes of the ominiscent. Satan plunged into a fit of fury saoking with intense anger outpouring in hysterical yelling. "Bring Ragael to my lair!" He screamed at the satanic horde... Continue Reading →

Summoning the Ancestors of Zimbabwe

The drummer pounded on the taut sheet of cow hide, a troglodyte drumming a continuous rythym that beckons the fore fathers of the land. A solitudanarian whose only company are the echoes from the hollow cylinder as the reverberations harmonized with the swishing sounds of tree branches. On a hill top, the drummer stood before... Continue Reading →

The Ghost of Valentine

I could make his lithe silhouette, moving across the willowy meadow land. The grass sashayed under the gentle wind and pollen grains floated in the air , anticipating the rendezvous with a female ovule. The radience of his countenance held me in a warm embrace. Like two peas in a pod we latched on to... Continue Reading →

A Lone Bamboo; Chapter 2

A lone Bamboo Chapter 1: A Lone Bamboo; Chapter 1 Sister Albina knelt in a stark bare room only furnished with a single spring bed that hung oddly like a hammock. Above the bed a wooden crucifix dangled in an uncertain position; pendulum fashion. A sigh escaped from her lips, as she muttered Hail Marys... Continue Reading →

A Lone Bamboo.

INTRODUCTIONThe moisture condensed from the atmosphere and fell visibly in separate drops. Mirirai trudged clumsily in the darkness like the antics of a leviathan. She winced at the throbbing pain of her bruised and torn clam. Every step she took was agonizingly unbearable; a result of postpartum afflictions of thigh cramps and distressed spinal cord.... Continue Reading →

Forsaken Love

I stood still in the midst of the chaos and mayhem around me. Honking from frustrated drivers stuck in congestion, a wailing baby, ambulance siren, side street vendors yodeling for attention... Can you hear my heart beat? Erratic, a constriction with an indescribable ache, searing across the chest into the pits of the stomach. Tears... Continue Reading →

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