Tag: Creative writing

• 18XX – Part 8

  I am strolling through the walls of my former school, Martin Fisher Memorial. It’s been eight years now since I left. The school compound looks deserted and old and the classrooms and assembly grounds that used to look very big in my eyes now look very small. I am witnessing a distant present that seems…

  Benjamin Nambu

  May 24, 2022

  imaginative

  Creative writing, Crime, Crime Fiction, Fiction, Mystery, Reflections, Short story, Story, Tales, Throwback, Way back, Writing

• A path calls me

  I was born running Running with the masses In a race to nowhere And in the middle of nowhere A path calls me Something about this path Like a piece of me has journeyed it before Naked, Unashamed of labels Of being perverse, odd, wild and unruly.

  Benjamin Nambu

  April 16, 2022

  Poems

  Creative writing

• Sleeping Dragon – Final Chapter

  It’s the dawn of Judgment Day. A mass choir with each member carrying lit candles lead the army through the forests engulfing Salsa to Omnipotent Towers at Legends’ Heights where the gigantic statue of Gorr stands, singing moving hymns along the way. The army kneels before the statue for Gorr’s blessings. The King is to…

  Benjamin Nambu

  April 15, 2022

  Short stories

  Creative writing

• Sleeping Dragon – Part 4

  With outstretched arms and knelt on a golden dais borne on the shoulders of four mighty giants, King Amia enters the Supreme Martial Court of Wilo amidst thunderous cheers from his subjects. “Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!!……Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!!………Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!! The great hall shudders with chants mounting to an earthquaking crescendo. Crowds on the streets of Salsa go wild and restive with…

  Benjamin Nambu

  April 14, 2022

  Short stories

  Creative writing

• Sleeping Dragon – Part 3

  King Olga hangs himself on an oak tree outside his palace. Crowds throng the scene, despite the chilly winter storm and threats from the palace guards to ward off the scene. For months, the royal family cannot name a successor. The ensuing rot and riots breed traitors, terrorists and bandits who scavenge the countrysides for…

  Benjamin Nambu

  April 13, 2022

  Short stories

  Creative writing

• Sleeping Dragon – Part 2

  Many of the citizens of the Zengo Empire never heard of BMS Invisible. They were an elite, highly trained special commando forces for strike backs classified “Impossible” by the Supreme Martial Court of Wilo. They were led by the almighty Jaguar, godfather of Ghost Town. The invasion was scheduled for 4am. At exactly 2am, Jaguar’s…

  Benjamin Nambu

  April 11, 2022

  Short stories

  Creative writing

• Sleeping Dragon

  Wee Base.11pm. Code :Womanizers’ League Jaguar crushed the lit cigarette in his clenched fist after his war-hardened veterans had quickly memorized the contents of the note. Cocking their guns, they disappeared into the abandoned mansion kneeling in the dark on the outskirts of the town. Tidal waves crushed themselves angrily against the rocks below the…

  Benjamin Nambu

  April 9, 2022

  Short stories

  Creative writing

• Holy Pepper – Part 2

  Sani lay glued to the bloody floor, his entire body completely cold – except a small opening in his ass which still retained some warmth, thanks to occasional farting. A time-bomb locked in his left chest ticked louder and louder, the blood that oozed from his ears and nostrils quickening their pace as if trying…

  Benjamin Nambu

  April 8, 2022

  Short stories

  Creative writing

• Open this door! – A short story

  – Denis! Open this door!! – Tell her to give me my phone! – Why will I take his phone? Sofie, you were here when I told you about the pictures I saw on my husband’s phone. I could have divorced him, but I never reacted. I am still with him. So why will I…

  Benjamin Nambu

  April 7, 2022

  Short stories

  Creative writing

• Madmen’s Song – A poem

  For my breakfast I ate books Lunch was music Movies for supper For dessert, I took the advice of wise friends When I went to sleep, I dreamt ideas And when I awoke, I saw many good things I could do with the pile of junk that filled my world I must get to work…

  Benjamin Nambu

  April 6, 2022

  Poems

  Creative writing