He only lost his voice in the most damning circumstances, the most unfortunate. When it was most needed it was lost to him, coming out as hissing sounds, a slew of flying saliva, of quivering lips and idiotic gesticulations. He stared at her and wondered if it would let now. She threw a handful of … Continue reading Gold Coin Visions: of Paupers and Outcasts
Kwaku paused in front of the doors glass pane, assessing his clothes one last time before entering. The tailor had done a terrible job with his trousers length; It was cut too high, almost as if casually with scissors. With every step he took he felt it flutter against the space above his ankle, giving … Continue reading Servicing Mr. Kwaku
This is Part 2 of a short story I posted on here a week ago. Click on this link to read it: An Ephemeral Twilight: The Light He woke up naked in the sand, the squint of his eyelids slowly drawing his vision into focus. It was morning, dawn. He could tell from the grey darkness … Continue reading An Ephemeral Twilight: The Darkness
I checked my Instagram and he had sent me a message, something about warning me since, and how shit had gotten real now or something funny like that. That wasn’t the interesting thing about the message really, he had used the Instagram stories feature, so the message? it was a video, of a room with … Continue reading The Cacophony of Breaking Mirrors; An Open Letter.
Even as the sun sinks beneath two mountain peaks As certain to rise again as I am to be alive the day after tomorrow, I contemplate the could have beens that never was. So many of them, scattered in a history of high adrenaline conversations finally caving in to exhaustive hellos and how are you's … Continue reading On Another Could Have Been (A Soliloquy From the Third Perspective)
For Bernard, who came up with a wonderful title for something "I could write one day". I'm sorry its not a social commentary on youth trends and social yo yo. I hope this makes you smile though. It was a regular Friday evening when I met her. Music, alcohol and dance, I had chanced upon … Continue reading Ponks and the Skirts
Writers Note: There’s a fire in a pit, for some reason these are the first words that came out my brain when I opened word just now so that's what I will go with. There’s a fire in a pit ….. When there’s a fire in a pit my son what do you do? Do … Continue reading About Man, Who Once Upon a Time, Came Upon a Fire.
Sometimes it amazes me how much I know myself, how much I know life in itself. I know typing that last sentence I felt a bit cocky, I know anyone reading this who knows me thinks it’s me being my usual subtly conceited self (depends really on who the person is). The fact is, sometimes … Continue reading Alvin Akuamoah’s Fences
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwZNL7QVJjE Foreword: This piece was heavily inspired by Ben E King's Stand by Me, play before reading for an awesome experience. He locked the door behind him, outside he was alone, it was always so quiet here, people barely came out, even now when the lights were out and it was so warm, no one … Continue reading Silent Generators and the Permeating Future Thought, Alias: Freedom Walks with the Lights Out