They say the pen is mightier than the sword. It’s not. The mere fact that the statement exists is proof of a need to convince people of this fallacy, but the world is run by individuals who prioritize diplomacy and dialogue over action and violence.This has been achieved by years of constantly downplaying the true … Continue reading fleeting thoughts I.
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up on the hill.
i climbed the hill todayto a gathering of lost soulswe couldn't see each otherbut we found companionship in our shared predicamentwe cried out to the God of the earth, againand as always, he didn't respondbut we won't stop, we can'tso we shall gather once againat the birth of a new moonto send up our cries … Continue reading up on the hill.
My First Girlfriend.
The year we entered junior high school, everybody was getting a boyfriend or girlfriend. That was the new craze. Looking back, I don’t think we were really in love. We were just curious little kids. Personally, I didn’t really care about what everybody else was doing, but one by one, all my boys found girlfriends … Continue reading My First Girlfriend.
PERFECT-ISH.
Hi, John here again. I don't have anything new for you yet, so here's one from the first months of lockdown. It has a pretty lazy ending but take it like that, will you? My mother is the best. It’s impossible not to love that woman; she’s so sweet. I don’t get what Chloe keeps … Continue reading PERFECT-ISH.
CHOICES, AND AN END.
BEFORE YOU READ: This story is based on a real life person. However, large portions of this here piece are fictitious, figments of the writer's imagination. But it doesn't even matter. Most of this piece is based on hearsay anyway.And oh, this is dedicated to Stephanie Ayivor. Thanks. Please go ahead, enjoy. “Take your time … Continue reading CHOICES, AND AN END.
Child’s Play.
“Wow, that was fun.”“Yeah. I told you my mum's bed was the right one. See how bouncy it is.”“You were right. But won't she notice that someone has been here when she comes back?”“Oh don't worry. I'll lay it just how she does it when we're done.”“But are we not done?”“No. Just once more please.”“Ah … Continue reading Child’s Play.
From John Sinner.
Dear God,Waaguan for the heaven there? I knor say everything dey cool but "pleasantries", you barb? Edo a idey wonder if maybe another killer for there too decide say him too go do coup d'etat like bonsam in own, but inor sure say any of the angels for there fi get that vim. You made … Continue reading From John Sinner.
Fine Child, Ugly Child Pt. 2.
PS: This is dedicated to all those girls we used to make fun of in basic school. We didn't know you would glow up like this. Please forgive us.Signed,Management.Oh, and if you missed the prequel, click here. She sighed, tired. She had been walking in the sun for about half an hour and still hadn't … Continue reading Fine Child, Ugly Child Pt. 2.
Fine Child, Ugly Child.
She walked into the class, annoyed. A crying child was one of her least favourite things. She walked straight to the second desk on the third column, where the girl sat in tears. It took a while to calm her down and get her to stop crying. But she eventually did stop crying. Then she asked … Continue reading Fine Child, Ugly Child.
Michael Jack’son
He sat on the bed and lit his third joint in 30 minutes. He was beginning to feel zonked but he wasn't concerned in the least. He had an agenda. He checked his phone. It was 9:54 pm. She was about an hour late, but he didn't mind. That was typical of her. She was … Continue reading Michael Jack’son
Words & Warmth 