Flashfiction: Corna - Chapter Two

In a state of unconsciousness, Mohammed struggled with his breath. He tried to scream but couldn't. He laid still, entranced, materializing in a darker realm. He watched his remains, sustained by life support.
          He was wrestling against forces both seen and unseen. Every time he tried advancing, he fell and was ran over by a stampede. He shielded with his hands but the stampede crushed against him. He felt his breath cease.
          He screamed but couldn't be heard. He was reliving the torment he had experienced in his home, re-enacting in the spirit all that occurred in the flesh.

When He's Fake #beforeyoufallinlove

It is said that the heart wants what the heart wants, even that which is harmful for it. True, the heart basks after what it needs, however, what happens when its too naive to decipher that which will lead to its doom? You don't understand? Let's proceed.

Corna - Chapter one

Chapter One
Shattering explosions cracked the fragile night.
          It was some minutes past midnight and the only light that shone was the moon, shelved in still calm that rhymed with the whistle of gentle waves, fluttering flowers and swirling sand. The resonating calm was periodically interrupted by the croaking of frogs and the hiss of flies.
          The ambience of the moon reflected in the stream of blood that flowed across large expanse of land, burying piles of human carcases in graves of stench. It revealed a mix of brightly coloured scraps, remains of destroyed cars and homes, remains of felled trees, burnt from the strikes of missiles and mystical assault.

Flash-fiction: Vengeance

A loud bang echoed through silent night. It was as though an asteroid crashed on mortal earth. I froze, helplessly basking as I watched the evening skies with sparkling stars turn dark blue night to crescent blood. This wasn’t a dream. This was hell materializing in real time.

If He Can Lie For You #beforeyoufallinlove #relationshipTip #love

Trust is too fragile. It's like a very thin glass, slender and frail, a material that can be broken by the faintest wind. Though it be stronger than diamond and tougher than an heinous storm, still, its weaker than very very thin ice and lighter than hydrogen gas.

Be Presidential #JordanBrownsStateoftheUnion

The American tradition that is the transition of power has become a tradition that now is the soul of America, a beacon that shines from the shores of the United States to the darkest corners of the world. Thus, as the election season withered, it became not just the burning desire but the duty of the sitting president, the President Barack Obama, to continue the sacred tradition of ensuring that the next administration take charge of the helm of affairs as at when due. President Obama acted with grace and handed over the baton with class, bowing out to the sacred cult of ex-presidents, one of the most exclusive cults in the word.