"Say your last prayer, Marge" Simeon said to me, his gun trained at my head. I looked across the table to Phillip, who was prepared to leave at all costs. I reached for my fork, sliced into my waffles, noting how it had gone from sickly sweet to cottony blandness, my tongue caressed its lover … Continue reading Waffles ( A Short Story)
It seemed like forever as I began to fall off the ship, feeling the joint weight of Grace and Diana drag me. I could hear the splashes that preceded me and the frantic beating of my heart in my chest, so I took a deep breath. I kept my eyes closed as I hurtled towards … Continue reading Sirens Descent
My head throbbed and I groaned, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. Daytime, I've been out for so long. My thoughts immediately went to Grace and Diana, I forced my eyes open and squinted around for them, Grace was beside me, her eyes raised to the heavens. Diana too was awake, staring blinding in … Continue reading The Sirens Wail
It was stormy outside, the dark blue waves slammed repeatedly against the hull of the ship and we rocked with it like faithful lovers. I got up and waved the tiny vial of smelling salts under my nose, fighting off the saltiness flooding my mouth and the nauseous simmering in my belly. I looked over … Continue reading Sirens
Lanre Ayomije had always been a queer sort of child. The kind that would stare with interest at a twisted limb, just imagining how the bones lay beneath the surface. The kind of child that grew beyond his age because of his interests. I knew he was a bit odd when he was 6, he … Continue reading Tea, Anyone?
"So nice to meet you. Doctor Hertford. I'd love to have a visit but I'm dreadfully afraid of offices. How about lunch at my place?" I took her hand and shook it "Of course, your address is on this card, yes?" "Yes it is" she smiled and stalked off. I stared at her fine ass … Continue reading 3: 00am on a Monday in May.
My head hurts, I reach out to hold it. Just in case my brain is spilling out. Where am I anyway? I open my eyes and take in my surrounding. Lots of dust and the acrid smell of death and burnt things. A lady, her entire body covered but her eyes was screaming a name. … Continue reading Loop
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "BYOB(ookworm)." well, turns out I do have the time and inclination to write. The First book is Lights. "So Apparently I've been reincarnating for as long as I live, and I have a psychic best friend, she's dead and alive. And a hunk of a boyfriend. I … Continue reading New York Bestseller
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Pleased to Meet You." In the Blue corner. Ruler of the entire world at some point. Husband of many. Lover of Hepaesthus. Leader of the Roman Empire. DemiGod. Alexander the great. In the Red Corner. (oh the irony) CEO Grey Enterprises Holdings. Megalomaniac. Stalker Extraordinaire. Owner of … Continue reading The Greats.
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Pens and Pencils." Well, now will be the time for all you publishers, WordPress magazines etc. To get a new author. * clears throat* Me! If you must know. I wrote an entire book by hand. A teeny bopping romance. 53 chapters. Lotssa pages. If you want … Continue reading Where’s A Good Publisher When You need One