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A Jog
First, I feel the blade move through skin in the most satisfying way possible, and the familiar trickle of warm blood down my hands. Then the steely stench of blood takes over as I move out of the room in calculated, practiced steps. Step over the body, through the window, and out into the darkness. I hear the sirens behind me, and smile to myself. Nothing like a good chase. Can’t help but love the occasional thrill. Most of the time, I get away even before they sense there’s something wrong going on. “Hey, you there! Stop!” I roll my eyes. As if I would, even if my life depended on it. I chuc...
The Hunter
THE HUNTERCHAPTER ONE“I may not know what actually, made him shrink that much,” came the voice of Sulfika. Now the one spoken of was the chief village hunter and in fact an ardent member of the craft. In my community it was common for all men to embrace hunting, I don’t want to say gathering because it only leads to cultural redundancy. Sulfika Lando, his full name that was accorded to him by his late grandfather www.onedoor.ccPio Gama Olotembe. The name Pio Gama was given to him by the villagers because he spoke of a strange activist, I opine think ably that he was also a journalist, the former name was fo...
She, of fire and strength
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same.The ground crumbled beneath her boot as she walked down the winding path. Rubble coating the ground, dust taking the spot where air should’ve been.Her throat dried in a matter of seconds, her eyes surveying the ruins of her old town. Destroyed decades ago, the destruction was still evident.Her hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of her sword. Solid titanium, embedded with diamond dust. Her white hair blowing through the wind. Ocean eyes locked on the burning roads surrounding her. What once was a flo...
Snowball
I was cocooned in the rugged warmth of my man cave isolated and free from the filth of the outside world. My sound system was primed, pulsing and ready to go. I watched movies best suited for the big screen down here on my 75-inch screen. After years in Afghanistan, I was finally home and in my comfort zone ready for a break from humanity. I kicked back patted Snowball my new dog who I recently rescued from the animal shelter. He was an unadoptable Pitbull and he bit my hand as I petted him. Every stitch he gave me was a love mark. The snaps were getting decidedly less vi...