Zedlist – Part Eleven
“I found her like this”, Amy said, “I think she may have just fallen a few minutes ago, she’s still breathing, but she’s unconscious.” “I can bloody see she’s unconscious Amy, for fucks sake....
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
“I found her like this”, Amy said, “I think she may have just fallen a few minutes ago, she’s still breathing, but she’s unconscious.” “I can bloody see she’s unconscious Amy, for fucks sake....
As she worked in the trench, she could not escape the whiff of starfish souls, of the green plants that clung to the shore when the tide went out. She dug further and further,...
Serial Fiction They walked out of the cellar and the house and went on the Main Goat path. They could see a gathering not far, a bonfire, a guitarist playing and the merry voices of...
Short Story In the front of the ship right outside to cookery door, where they stopped cooking for a while after they found the chef’s corpse, there was a small cypress three growing. In...
Entering the house, Amy removed her boots and socks, hung the lead up and poured Harrison some water. As she went into the living room she noticed that all the windows had been left...
The below is an edited extract from my novel, Nineveh Fades, or, The Bomb Shelter. Over the days, she built up courage to walk towards the edge of her tower, taking one slow step...
Short Story The Rat’s bucket prison was set very close to the red hot burning stove. Even though, the ship’s cook was busy for hours cutting vegetables and melting hat into the pats the...
Serial Fiction ‘I see that my singular account has moved you or is it the wine. Perhaps both! So it happens that I have a little bit of private business to attend to and...
It hurts when he sits up. Not on a physical level. Not an emotional one, either. It’s a pain from deep down, on a level that doesn’t really exist. Reach to the very bottom...
Short Fiction Having gotten the feeling back into his hands, Tony decided to risk a trip outside just to get another look. The flurries of frightened snow continuously fled across his field of...
After twenty six years of imprisonment with hard labor at Onitsha convict prison, Mr. Onyia’s hair became grey, his motion was less and body bent. He said little, all his good humor as guitarist...
Everything was folding in and out of itself and Kevin found himself moving with it. He was no longer separate from his surroundings, but one integral part or a greater whole. As he split...