Flashes of Red_“All the lights are dead”_The Duplicitous Gecko_GOING GREEN CLAN
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Flashes of Red
“I know you’re excited. But we go in together, okay? And you stick close to me and your dad, always.” Kitty nodded impatiently at her mom’s lecture. They were stuck in an unmoving line, leading straight into the entrance of the Sunset Peak Festival. This family trip, which had started as a one-off impulse travel, had quickly become an annual tradition for the three of them. Kitty had waited endlessly for the day when they would come back, pushing the patience of her parents with never ending questions. But finally, after another year, she was here. And she was ready.Within a few minutes that ...
“All the lights are dead”
Klaus’s red eyes were staring at the horizon for 10 minutes straight and he noticed a storm gathering up. Klaus was a 19 year old artist living in a city apartment. He said, “A storm? Can it get any worse?” Right after that, an explosion brightened up the sky endlessly. In the far distance the electric power station blew up and burned into rubble and there was total darkness. All the lights were dead. Everyone freaked out and panicked when some soldiers were telling people to get under shelter immediately. Klaus watching from the roof was puzzled and came down and asked his neighbor what was...
The Duplicitous Gecko
She was on the second-to-last question on the Made in Heaven dating app when the ad popped up. The thumbnail photo showed aquamarine water and a white sand beach. Her finger hovered, ready to click, no -- tap was what they called it on a phone. She’d never been a twww.onedoor.ccechie by any stretch of the imagination, but she got by.How was it that Google always knew what she was thinking, or what she most wanted, even when she didn’t say it out loud?No, surely she couldn’t afford a vacation. Not now. Not with all the uncertainty.She returned her attention to the real purpose of the free app and proceeded t...
GOING GREEN CLAN
GOING GREEN CLAN. I am Okoro. I am here to bring you my world and my existence. My Dad is Nkwu- the palm tree. You may not be familiar with palms, but you can ask those your earthly friends in Africa-Nigeria. My Mum once told me, I was about being weaned, when Dad took her to this foreign planet. Now, we are citizens. Fully-son-of-the-soil. Dad died when I was just twelve. Mum said “He turned into a palm tree”. She pointed towards a Palm tree gallantly standing at the centre of our compound; next to our green hut. As a boy of seventeen, I do recall, she cried on one stormy day, by the tree. Th...