Tag: Creative writing

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…

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…

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…

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…

– 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…

united we fall – The complete story

From the time the cup was handed over to him, Sani knew he was the next to die. Like water in a clenched fist, his life was slipping fast through his hands. Whiles lying in his room deeply absorbed in his thoughts, he noticed an eye peeking at him through a crack in his room…

It was midnight. From the hill on which our cottage stood, I saw the eyes of an incoming bus dilate with delight as it peeped through the fog that had pinned itself to the wet, virgin forest. Everything around the cottage had taken on the the greyish look of the moon stuck against the indomitable…

The merciless Ivorian sun crushed tarred road into simmering waves. Illusion beckoned Kanté to keep looking into the distance for evidence. And whiles looking, past memories gently crept into his mind as he trudged through the enervating heat towards his favorite restaurant for his lunch break. Food. Food. Food. All that had been on his…

-our sister Lalé was robbed last night. She was returning from work around 1am and noticed a dubious figure following her at a distant. She quickened her pace. So did her intruder. Upon reaching the gate to the house, she found it locked and she began screaming, “Thief! Thief! Thief!” But no one came out…

Footsteps of neighbours returning late from work soon died down into the silence of midnight, occasionally broken by distant howling of dogs and eerie hooting of owls. Diallo lay in his room, unable to sleep, looking out of his open window at the half moon skating across the sky, above the thick fog that sat…

5pm. A hazy Friday evening. Two colleagues are alone at the backseat of their company bus. She was talking, her elbow on his shoulder, turning away shyly whenever her eyes met his. “I can hardly get you off my mind. At work when you see me busy at my desk…on my phone..it’s just a facade..it’s…

She cheated on her husband and I was curious to know how and why it happened. It could not have been in her home. She and her husband hardly receive visitors. The neighbors would have found it suspicious that a man paid her a visit while her husband was away at work. Being the gifted…

He no longer believes in their relationship. He’s taken his bag and fled. No word. Not even a goodbye. She’s heard he is in Togo. She stands in church today, a microphone in hand, in tears. Testimony time. Let her enemies know that despite the efforts to kill her joy, she will still smile, even…

For the entire night, visions of Diallo’s Barber Shop traumatized Ras Jungblé in his sleep. “Barber Shop! Barber Shop! Barber Shop!” The words rang loud and maddened his anxiety. He sat up with a jolt. As he stood up to his window and gazed at the barber shop in the distance, he saw nothing but…