**Picks up a cigarette. Lights it. Puff puff, Cough, cough (chokes). Switches it off** I don’t even like smoking. Worse still I am right outside a cancer ward. Alright, I don’t even know how I’m gonna start this story. Physical appearance? Boy, would I like to address that elephant in the room. I am not an elephant per se, but if you put two slim bodies together, they would probably fit in my pants. The world seems to acc...

Long nails, polished Camera lens, spotless She is the darkest figure in the flashiest crowds Night time is her prime time But day time works just as fine Her prey unknowingly invite her in, just like a vampire She makes herself comfortable, in their empire Slowly she rises, and takes over the emperor She's a slow poison, but the hosts are addicted Most are in denial, few have admitted and fewer have been admitted She come...

MURDER SHE WORE When one goes on a date with death, one must know what to expect, how to behave and most importantly how to dress. Always dress to kill…. I don’t normally do this, but I put myself on trial, mentally. Where I try and justify my past actions. My conscience is the defendant, judged by idk, the bipolar/multiple personas in me. And usually, if I lose the case, I’m sentenced to punishment in the form of an emot...

I dance with the skeletons in my closetI locked all my emotions in a locket Some of my dreams, I buried in a casket Life it seems is a nightmare need an ice bucket Girl in her teens can’t understand her body Never known true friends, familiar with hashtags and emojis I send blank cheques to my memory bank, hoping to forget I cry on wet blankets, with my only companion, regret Writer's block, on a word diet Bad day to be a...

THE LAST SUPPER She staring at me tryna figure out my net worthFlirting with death in her night dressFinna gets loose, at my placeShe sucks the breath outta stressGonna go Christian Grey at my place50 shades of grey, on her faceI try to work out her broken esteem and broken virginityHer makeup goes with the stories she makes up, rotten dignityI should make up my mind, quit stalling Live to conquer tonight or regret it in...

No tips for the tipsy waitress Sloppy in her steps, hoarse in her voiceShe slips the tip in, like a guy begging to have the tip inShe smiles at her old selfies but cries in the mirrorShe smiles at friends and foes but inside she’s a killer Fell in love with a drug dealer, her dad was her 1st heroFace of a killer, but his heart soft as a pillowShe rolled around with the bad boys; she liked their confidence, Their influence...

TheIron Rook II It was several more years until the King and Queen had another child; and little over a year after that when the golden Sage Ordon returned to Castle Traeur, to see Duncan Whitetree. He had told him to take a small force of no more than twenty men, in addition to his chosen two other nobles to sit with him at the new court. After that Ordon had gone to the Riverlands, to grab the three nobles who would rep...

The White Pawn XIIIThe late Walden Fen's house stood at the end of a row of houses each identical to one another. With only about 8 feet between them, the houses were made of a wooden framework with cob walls and clay thatched roofs. Walden's home lay at the north end of the line. William walked up to it and knocked.While waiting he glanced up at the sky, the sun was slowly setting off in the distance. The door soon opene...

Twenty-four hours previouslyooOoo“Good day, sunshine,” Pete sang the Beatles song to Tara in a slight whisper, gently waking her up in the late hours of the morning. The marine layer kept the beach city overcast, and the breeze of the cool September air felt good on her tired body.“Hey beautiful,” he said softly, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Eggs, bacon, toast or yogurt?” he asked as he put the tray down on the...

Day Six: Sparks Fly Today was a different type of day; it was quiet and there was no drama or torture of any kind. It relieved me, but it also worried me. The disappearances of the guards I killed were stirring up suspicion, plus the doctor was dead, adding more fuel to the fire, but today it was quiet. Too quiet. Since it was normal, for once, I started to work on the bomb again. The time for escape was approaching, so I...

Day One: Initiation The first day was the worst. It started first as an ambush, then the start of a eternal nightmare. They led me down the entrance in the middle of no-man's land, where I thought I'd die. The entrance was dark and cold, like the hearts of the bastards who did this. The entrance shut, the light of day disappearing forever. The grip of the two male officers holding my arms was tight as the knot of a rope....

"I just heard that someone I know has died. He was at the student clinic and they finally figured out he had tetanus, but nothing they did helped. He must have stepped on a rusty nail or something. He's dead. God, I knew him. He was a pretty good guy." My sister had come in with her news after her last class on campus. She lived with us in a spare bedroom at the back of the house. She told me the name of this fellow, but...

What's wrong with me? I ask myself as I attempt to open my eyes and lift my arms for the umpteenth time. I can't move... it's like I'm completely paralyzed. I feel wetness slide down my cheeks and land on the corner of my mouth, followed by a cold sensation landing on my forehead. "Gracie, it's time for you to wake up," I hear Chandler whispers, his breath warm against my ear. I swallow the large lump forming in my throat...

Having been out of work for over a year now I was becoming a little frantic. I had done everything I had been advised to do by all of the organizations out there attempting to help stem the joblessness in our economy. I had joined self-help groups, resume writing seminars, you name it. No one was hiring a city planner right now, or in the near future. The ones with jobs were not leaving unless they had a job in hand. The...

Chapter 1 September 11th 2001 8:46 a.m. An explosion of sound blasted through the building. It lurched violently to one side. Two people in the express elevator with me gripped the handrail as we continued our ascent. One was a twenty-something woman wearing tan pants, a white blouse, and an embroidered red scarf. I’d seen her many times having lunch at The Odeon on West Broadway where I worked. The other, a man, was tall...