Salient Sap “What the fuck!” The owner of the voice poked his head such that the pouting lips as well as the plummeting impatience seconded the are-you-kidding-me? kinda rubberneck he’d maintained for the past one minute and thirty seconds ago. Sundry other fellows consoled the void paths neighboring the spots the claptrap was being exhibited.ContinueContinue reading “Salient Sap”
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Ombre Omniscient
My name is Sachiel. One of the archangels. You should know what that means! – I’m in charge of the nature and natural affairs of so the called ‘thursday’ (Thor’s day). Thor was a god who once existed in a geographical setting. Per his distinct ingenuity, a day was consecrated to hallow his kleptomaniac tendencies.ContinueContinue reading “Ombre Omniscient”
The Dowry
“When will you pay my dowry?” That was more of mumbling than a statement. She leaned on her right arm, eased her muscles, allowed the remonstrating blood rippled through the yenning veins. Her husband posed opposite the berth she was Lain. That question should definitely prod an answer from him, but he wouldn’t proffer aContinueContinue reading “The Dowry”
A Call
“Speak to him” She passed the Itel S13 acrossed to him, as he dried up the smogged hand, collected the phone and clustered it with his cheek as his shaky voice thrived: “Hello, who are you? Are you mad? I want to bet you’ve done my daughter no harm. If you had, IContinueContinue reading “A Call”
Her Seth
“Cla…. r….. a” The waves of the water scaring away her consciousness severed the syllables into confetti, as she flapped her two hands to clutch the itsy-bitsy air that mocked the attempt aggression tossed at the sanity of the lips of the ocean made the smooth cracked, loaning it cringes. The torrent scaled the altitudeContinueContinue reading “Her Seth”
The Impotent
“Promise you won’t take this personal, Drake” Severed syllables clad in a long robe of empathy. Nursed till they were healthy for plying the bolox for the tongue. Particles drooping like nectar, an extension of stigma yet to be circumcised by pollination. He saw no reason he should. Well, provided the content of the intendedContinueContinue reading “The Impotent”
The Impotent
“Promise you won’t take this personal, Drake” Severed syllables clad in a long robe of empathy. Nursed till they were healthy for plying the bolox for the tongue. Particles drooping like nectar, an extension of stigma yet to be circumcised by pollination. He saw no reason he should. Well, providedContinueContinue reading “The Impotent”
Ancestral Trail 