Trial and Bearer – Part One
Short Story About Cancer September 17th, 2018 Press Conference, New York City Owen tightened his jacket to his neck one last time, forced his dark brown bangs over his cow lick and took...
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Short Story About Cancer September 17th, 2018 Press Conference, New York City Owen tightened his jacket to his neck one last time, forced his dark brown bangs over his cow lick and took...
Serial Short Story I didn’t watch her walk away. I didn’t stand by the gate at the outskirts of camp and watch her shrink into the distance, eventually disappearing into the tree line. Instead,...
Serialized Storytelling I looked down the narrow shaft and already dreaded the journey ahead. A gentle wind whistled through the holes and passages below, and the moonlight only penetrated through a few surface-level...
Short Story He was cold as he always was and starving in the only way he knew how. He had dwindling supplies so the next few days would be rough as his body...
Psychological Short Stories She looked up. Her hands clenched in her lap, and her pale eyes grew dark and stormy. She swallowed deliberately, then whispered, “Everything.” Chapter 1 Therapy. It was a concept...
Serial Fiction His parents named him Mandor-Ekeko. They visited the mighty and beautiful Mandor waterfall that reminded them that life is not only pain. They wished to prolong this spiritual memory so they etched...
Looking back on their relationship, it’s hard to believe their first real conversation was over Heat. It was Eugene’s favorite film, and she never got through it once. Yes, it was 3 hours, but she...
The flame of the alcohol burner lapped at the base of the round bottom flask. The contents inside were bubbling, the steam rising to a glass pipe that led to a tangled web of...
Nathan pulled his eyes up from the floor mats of his used Toyota Tercel. Staring out into the monotonous grey abyss, he wondered how much trouble he would get into if he choose to...
The below is an edited extract from my novel, Nineveh Fades, or, The Bomb Shelter. Growing up in New York, it was easy to imagine that one day a large tide would sweep away...
He wakes up, and he already knows it’s hit him. Somewhere in the drunken half-sleep between 2 AM and… what time is it? He’s come down. He can never pinpoint the exact moment that...
In the cosmopolitan town of Abakaliki, eastern Nigeria, there was a prosperous young trader called Mr. Onyia. He was a handsome, tall, fair complexioned, progressive man with five rented houses and a fleet of...