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, […]

An Ephemeral Twilight: The Light

Life’s been a whirlwind of emotions recently. I took a hiatus to concentrate on school work — which gave zero dividend by the way– but I’m back now, and obviously, still trying out the emotional whatnots of writing. For Miss Penny – You might as well be an employee now. Fuck you. The drizzle blinded […]

Junior, My Boy (et dissimulas pecatta mea)

This was my submission to the ADA open call for writers. I have always had an interest in the horror genre of film and recently began experimenting with some of its elements in my writing. Unfortunately my story was not picked; which is not surprising considering I still have a long way to go in […]

Alvin Akuamoah’s Bridge Side Medley

She parks her car in the middle of the road, it’s empty, it’s dawn, her dress flutters in the wind: I do, have something to say, I do not want to be, silent anymore I have watched, through clenched teeth and forced smiles As you come in and out, but I’m tired My life is […]

Liar Liar.

The skinny old man was shaking all over as he led him inside, the odor around him sinister. What was it really with mortuary-men and alcohol? The ghost stories were not real, they couldn’t be. If God did not exist, then ghosts didn’t either, and hell, he knew for a fact God didn’t