Author’s Note – Another vignette from my Yoruba pantheon-inspired project (if you missed out on previous vignettes, check them out - The First Journey, The Seven Cycles of Peace & The Emancipation of Mia!) Time had no meaning here. When she had been banished to the lands of infinite silence, she had not pictured each moment… Continue reading THE VILLAINY OF YEWA
Author’s Note – Another vignette from my Yoruba pantheon-inspired project (if you missed out on previous vignettes, The First Journey and The Seven Cycles of Peace, click here and here)! "HOLY GHOST... FIRE! HOLY GHOST... FIRE!!" From the floor where she had been forced to kneel for nearly an hour, Mia's eyes were fixed ahead, her… Continue reading THE EMANCIPATION OF MIA
Author’s Note – I shared way back when that I've been (still very slowly) working on a project inspired by the Yoruba pantheon and creating vignettes to help with my world-building. Here's another one of those! If you missed the first one, The First Journey, click here. She was born gazing up into her parents’ eyes.… Continue reading THE SEVEN CYCLES OF PEACE
The characters, events, and situations depicted in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental. This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. # …my destructive side has grown a mile wide And I question myself again: what it is ‘bout… Continue reading WHAT IT IS ‘BOUT MEN
Seven years ago... Mother, drenched in stale sweat, labored to bring us to life. We had overstayed our welcome in her aching, stretched womb and were now being expelled. I came first, my fists clenched, yowling like a street cat that had been unceremoniously dunked in a body of water. She followed in quick succession,… Continue reading IMADE & ME
Author's Note - First crack at flash fiction - written in a hour today! She walked in to see Grandma sitting on the chair, Which should not have been a problem, Only it was a problem because Grandma died three months ago, But here she was, nodding fondly as five-year Dima chattered away on her… Continue reading THE VISIT
DISSOLVE TO stage. Lights, camera, action! Adrenaline pumps! Music swells! Strobe lights intersect at the gaping entrance of the runway specially constructed for this event. No one could feel more powerful striding down the columns of seasoned mahogany strips if they tried. DISSOLVE TO backstage. Shrill commands and curt directions ring through the air. Frazzled… Continue reading THE LAND, WHERE FASHION AND OIL COLLIDE
Worlds via Words 