Wasting Oxygen

There were 8 people in total inside the mabati church. A boy and a girl, both about nine years old; 2 women and 4 men in their early forties. All of them were screaming; they seemed to be calling me but I couldn’t quite make out their words.  They stretched their hands, beckoning..nay, begging me... Continue Reading →

On My Death Bed

It will take 5 days before they find me. The stench of decomposing human flesh will lead them to my corpse.  They will not need to break the door; I have never believed in locking up. They shall find me sprawled on the bedroom floor, atop my favorite maroon, zebra-striped carpet ; a gory, stinky mess.... Continue Reading →

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