Day 4 of the Quarantine writing challenge and I have little to say on the keywords.
Written for those living with pain, no matter the form. Please hold on. Please hold on.
Alasdair had a sorcerer, one who practiced the dark arts. There was no other explanation for the negative energy he was sensing in the fortress. It would also explain some unexplainable things that happened at the former battles against the king’s army. Brayan must have guessed that the stories weren’t just rumours and that was … Continue reading Starrag’s Chronicles II: Forage
On my sixteenth birthday, my dad gave me a "magic" pendant. It was nothing special, just a metallic stone, black, brittle, and star-shaped. However, since my dad said it was magical, I indulged him by wearing it. I didn’t even ask how it was magical. Anyway I didn’t wear it much. I was just one … Continue reading Mirage and Wishes
The wizard left the council tent to prepare for battle. Unlike the other soldiers in camp who were sharpening their weapons and checking their armor, his arsenal was quite different and he too, had to prepare. As he passed, soldiers looked at him with awe and fear while some ignorant fools even crossed themselves. Everyone … Continue reading STARRAG’S CHRONICLES: The Fortress
Happy Easter. The light of the world has reeturned, may He lighten your path. May the peace He bestowed after His resurrection be with you. Enjoy this short piece as you enjoy your day (or even if it's boring).
I’d always known that I was a terrible person, that I don’t feel the way others do, nor think like them too. I can be so apathetic when I should be the opposite. I fail to show compassion in needed moments, my thoughts are covered in cynicism, and my emotions are buried deep in a … Continue reading The Sociopath’s Reconciliation
What’s so "good" and "passionate" about today?
What is life if not a parable?
Elixir Bar in New York Evening everybody, my name is Elizabeth Oluwaferanmi Oladende but that’ll be Grandma to you, I’m 74 years old and I came to New York for vacation. It may very well be my last vacation though, not because of my age, but because foreign countries are too strange for me. Honestly, … Continue reading Grandma Talks Internet
Bamidele Shotayo was reckless. As he stumbled out of the club, he prayed that this was his last night, hoped that someone would corner him in the alley and rob him of his money as well as his life. To help the prospective thieves, he entered the alley by the club and walked a little … Continue reading Home (The Prequel)
She unrolled her mat in the center of the room and walked to the mirrored wall. She was looking at the image of a woman in her early thirties dressed in a worn tracksuit, with brown skin and sad brown eyes. Her petite frame was fit but her shoulders were slouched, her lips were pursed, … Continue reading Aura
My mind is on fire, A million thoughts rage against the boundaries created by the world. My heart is unsettled, As the world can’t see the beauty of my dreams. The butterflies are stampeding, They want me to imagine and create, damning the consequences. My soul is aching, We found a path to our purpose … Continue reading The Journey to Ikigai
I am called Gift. That's not my real name of course, but it was what my aunt decided I should be called when I was given to her to raise at the age of five. My real name, she said, was too local to be said or heard in her precious house but it is … Continue reading Another Shade of Slavery
My mind dances in rhythm while my body lies still like a pole. My all-seeing soul soars with every beat while my heart stays asystole. If my eyes were open, it would find beauty in this sterile place. If my mouth could move, it would be filled with praise Of the mechanic movements of the … Continue reading The Irony of Death
Unfortunately, the topic for today’s writing challenge is freedom, a concept that the cynic in me (who seems to be dominating today) can’t relate with as in her mind, we’ve never been free. She - the cynic - has never have craved freedom. Never looked at birds soaring, making invincible trails in the sky and … Continue reading Freedom is a Trap
Like most bad ideas, this one stemmed from boredom. However, while the usual bad ideas had little consequences, this one would shake the world because this particular bad idea stemmed from the boredom of the gods. What was the wonderful idea? Well, to understand it, you need to understand the situation. Simply put, the gods … Continue reading Illusions and Instincts (Part 1)
The witness stood at the edge of the flames, mesmerized by her seductive moves, unaware of the heat...
There’s a strange kid in town. Everybody knows that she lives in a bus with her dad on the outskirts of town but even two years after they settled in the neighborhood, nobody knows their story. No one even knows their real names. She was simply Jay and her dad was Jay's dad. *** They … Continue reading HOME
… A sinking feeling, a longing Falling into the sea during a storm Hoping he dives in after you Yet just wanting to sink...
Words have the ability of bringing things to life. They are one of the most powerful things in the world.
Hello! You know that gut feeling, that itch or ache that tells you that you're not doing what you should or that you're not where you are meant to be in life? Or that feeling like you need to make changes in your life? Or maybe you are going through a shitstorm and had a … Continue reading MAKING CHANGES
It's a perfect Christmas party. Mom always was the party planner. Everything is perfect. Every mistletoe in place. Even the Christmas tree won't shed unless mom says so. I just finished my carol, even that was perfect. It must be, mom organised that too. Everyone is clapping. Now mom will show me off a little. … Continue reading Snowman
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