An Ephemeral Twilight: The Darkness

This is Part 2 of a short story I posted on here a week ago (*does Bobby Shmurda’s dance*). Click on this to read it: An Ephemeral Twilight: The Light For Miss Agbo, and the bliss of ignorance. He woke up naked in the sand, his squint slowly drawing his vision into focus. It was morning, […]

The Night is Quiet.

The night is quiet but for labored breath. He’s on top of me, heaving and grunting, grunting and heaving, Im underneath him, silent as a corpse I lie, listening to him, watching him… for the first time I realize how much he looks like he’s suffering, how much this is and apparently has always been […]