Dream wars

I am fighting – My demons – Alone I have no reprieve; Even in sleep They find me Hound me Wound me With my own thoughts, No symbolism needed Nor Freudian neologisms. When my torment becomes too much I awake, To relive My hell. Advertisements

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Fighting temptations

The bedside clock read 4:30am. It was always at the same time, every day for the last two weeks, the same dream. She was trembling, from restrained emotions, and the sheer force of will it took to stop herself from dwelling on thoughts of him. It was a feat that was impossible. She could see…

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The Prisoner in the middle, and more

So, Easter has come and gone. It has however left a mark- an anthology of 10 short stories, edited by Kingsley Okechukwu. The stories are rich, funny, and touching, with a good dose of humor. They are written by authors who are not afraid to write stories based on their faith. I will be sharing one…

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The morning after – flash

It was a beautiful day in Uroa, a small town in the northwest of the island of Zanzibar, Clara observed, as she opened the curtains letting in the rays of the early morning sun. She smiled at the recollections of the previous night; the dare by her friends, getting drunk, and dancing with a local….

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