Shadow of the Wicked_Incarnations of a Woman Made Real_A Bearly Bearable Spring Equinox_The Fame Fac
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Shadow of the Wicked
Water starts filling my shoes. The suede shoes busting at the seams. I turn a corner rapidly, burning my heels as I turn. My breath starts to quicken, hyperventilation. One of the easiest ways to die surprisingly. I start to slip up, tripping on imaginary rocks below my feet. Keep running, just keep running. Its the only way to survive in this very moment. My arm movements become loose, swinging wildly at my sides. Keep running, keep running. "Which way did he go? " Faint voices in the distance. My arms fluctuating. I swing my body through a tight ally way with dumpsters that are slightly ope...
Incarnations of a Woman Made Real
Isobel stood at the mouth of a vast desert.She could hear the waves of the Oasis lapping gently against the shore behind her, and she turned her head away from home. Worth it, she thought, soaking in the sight of the dunes before her. Worth everything.And she’d given everything to be here-- her crown, her family-- everything just to look upon the earth and see nothing but possibility, feel everything but lack of breath and lack of time. She had no water, no resources, and no sense of smell, but she had her memories of home, and she had a blissful, glorious eternity.“What would you give,” the w...
A Bearly Bearable Spring Equinox
Bright yellow light streamed through my eyelids. I groaned and tossed around. "Just five more minutes, baby,” I told my totally hot wife.“But, my buns are getting cold!”“OK, I’m comin’,” I said.“You know how to treat me right."“Yeah, I do, baby!” I said and I opened my eyes and stared into the bright blue sky.“Spring!” I said, stood up, and sprinted out of my dark den. I romped around the meadow and smelled the flowers.BUZZ!I looked and jumped back as a bee flew around.“Sorry little dude!”“S’alright,” he said as I trotted away.I romped around some more. Butterflies fluttered and I chased them....
The Fame Factor
That's the thing about this city, it throbbed with life. A fast-paced and unashamedly colourful life. The life force of big cities. A life force that flowed... Or rather rushed into you, filling up your veins, shutting out every other background, filling you up with it's varied life. A life force that transformed you from whatever you were into something different, something wierd, a Lagosian. It didn't matter who you were or where you came from, Lagos transformed you, turned you into a fast-paced, fast-talking, fast everything Nigerian.The bus jerked for the umpteenth time, the beefy hands ...