Obviously it was a year where anyone who continued to breath, lived. Yes and unashamedly enough I called dibs on Captain Obvious throne right there. Crucify me! But wait not yet. Allow me this last dance. Because frankly I didn’t think by my subjective assessment that it was truly and wholly a bad year. I… Read More 2016 – The Death Of The Man
Home was a place she imagined everything felt beautiful and when they were not, it was a place she could cry alone to herself without being told it wasn’t acceptable to cry so loudly or she wasn’t supposed to feel pain in the way that she did. When you go to a funeral that you… Read More She Went to a Funeral and She Never Went Back Home
Diego Alergo – the man of the night, as he was known – for he was never in the custody of a humanly designed habitation at this time, breezed confidently into the alien darkness of the night with a yellow slicker on, understandably so, for it was yet again that time of the year and… Read More Diego Alergo – The Man Of The Night
If I did come back to this world again and I hope I could, I would choose another family not because my family in my present life isn’t good enough but because they are woefully pathetic. Father left us when I barely knew myself. When I barely knew myself mother was all that was left.… Read More Broken Tomorrow
Every day and a thousand times a day, I thought, in the inner crevices of my mind, about this strange girl I often crossed paths with. I had just quit my job as an engineer to work in the university library and in all sincerity I hadn’t lost my senses, at least not yet. I… Read More Imaginary Dreams
When you have been diagnosed with Cancer, on the grand scheme of things and with the sense of responsibility the false illusion of time seems to give us, everything in your life pauses for a short while. And you know that with the eventuality that the universe retains its natural order, there are only two… Read More My Love Story with Cancer
My friend was dead. He had killed himself. He left a note. I’m sorry he said. Everyone was in tears. I stood. I wasn’t moved. Was he truly sorry? Whenever a person dies, the natural ritual is to cry. The people who wished you well. Those who contributed to your tears. Everyone cries. We all… Read More I HELPED MY FRIEND COMMIT SUICIDE
The city was flowing with Red Ocean. That’s a lie. It was blood. And there were scattered chickens everywhere. Not true. They were humans. Humans were killing themselves like it was the only right thing to do. They were right. Because if not we who will carry out the great commandment of total human massacre?… Read More WHEN DEATH IS THE ANSWER
He ran for his life was worthless; she stayed for she had hope in her worthless life. He couldn’t stay for he only saw defeat in his miseries; she stayed for she foresaw the feat of her bravery. To him running away was the answer; to her running was utter cowardice. He was expected to… Read More Chronicle of Depressed Hope
Etenwa Manuel 