A Call On Death – By uBu

She felt lost and alone, lying in her bed facing the ceiling with no zeal. She didn't want to move, she didn't want to pick up her phone to respond to messages, she didn't even like the sound of her voice in her head. She yearned for the peace that came with death, at least... Continue Reading →

The Diary of a Weeping Widow 2

Previously on The Diary of a Weeping Widow The melancholy that hung in the air was so thick you could almost slice it with a knife; ironically this is the exact sober ambiance that reverberated in the entire 22 years with this man. Gazing at his corpse I fought the urge to slam the casket door... Continue Reading →

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 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 →

The Mad King

DISCLAIMER: This blog entry is a work of fiction. Names, characters,places,brands and incidents are either the product of the bloggers imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real life situations or persons is purely coincidental. “His high majesty is still asleep your Grace”, Gumbo announced to the queen who lay on a massage table... Continue Reading →

Chenai (The Finale)

Tariro had just turned 18 years and signed up for the army. I had blossomed into a head turning young lady and pretty much used to the gawks and wagging tongues from all kinds of perverts. Working as a data collector for a research institute I managed to make a decent income to take care... Continue Reading →


I can never forget the night Tariro and I packed our small backpacks and snuck out in the night to our aunt’s house. She was my mother’s older sister who lived three blocks away from us. Seeking refuge from her was the last resort. Earlier on father walked in to my room stark naked and... Continue Reading →

Chenai Part 2

Mother rushed into the house and ordered me to go to my room. I sat in the forlornness of my bare room, wondering how mother was going to dodge this one. Why did she put up with this abusive goat strung on De Clerambault’s Syndrome. Yes he brought several women to the house and mother... Continue Reading →

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