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What Haunts You by Oluwademilade Atilola

2019-08-27T11:16:00.000-07:00

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Ace's Journey (An Anthology) by Joseph O. Awujoola

2019-04-25T15:29:00.000-07:00

Life is not always a bed of roses, there comes a time when we feel lost and confused, a time when we wonder what our purpose is and we start questioning everything around us and everything that has happened to us.

We wonder if truly there's a place for us, If all we're going through is truly worth it. Ace's Journey tries to relate with these feelings, expressing the burdens that weighs us down, detailing both the struggles we go through in life, and also the hope we hold onto that sees us through life.

On this journey, we'd experience confusion, despair, anger, hope, love and most importantly fulfillment.

So walk with the author as he embarks on this journey and hopefully at the end of it you'd be able to embrace life with all its challenges and see them as opportunities to move forward.

Joseph O. Awujoola (Sephace_)

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Title

2019-03-23T03:52:00.000-07:00

What to write I think. I stare at the sheet of paper in front of me on my tempered glass table. I chew top of my blue pen in between my teeth while I think.

What do I write? I say out loud this time, speaking to my empty room.

' Why not write about me? a voice says. I look to the left and see her sitting on my table. Her legs crossed in that knee length lacy red gown of hers. She smirks at me, giving me that seductive stare which she has once used on me. It worked, just like it is working right now.

Oh yeah, and what would I write exactly? I only knew you for a night, I smile back at her. My right hand moves to touch her but then I remember that she isn't really here so I retract my hand.

Well, there are a lot of things you could write about me. You know, about our time together. I mean, you did enjoy it, didn't you? she spreads her legs, revealing to me her vagina. I am lost in between her thighs for a moment but I look up to her and I smile.

Yeah, I did. But I also enjoyed the others. I smirk at her. I look down at my trouser to spot a tent in there. I'm getting horny just remembering those blissful nights.

Oh please. I'm sure I was better

Were you? I mean, he did treat me right, in all the right places. And that was after you, I presume,

I look to the right and sure enough, it's him. I chuckle at his comment and shake my head.

We had a great time, didn't we? I ask him. His face lights up and he smiles. Oh, he is a cutie.

So then write about me. Not this two cents whore in red.

She scoffs, eyeing him before turning her attention to me. I came here first, she declares.

That you did. But, you aren't the only one I had a great night with you know? There were several men, and women; before and after you. I say to her. Her face goes green with envy.

Then write about us all. That would make for a killer novel don't you think? she says. She places her hand over mine but it passes right through. She looks sad about that.

I have to agree with the whore. Write about us huh? You know, the world won't know it's us and please, let us live on in the lives of many. he says, I sigh. Well I guess I can do that.

All right, it is hard saying no to you, I say to him. He smiles once again, giving me a view of his pearly white teeth. He is such an attractive boy.

I stare at the sheet of paper in front of me with the spirits of my last conquest beside me. I think back to the several nights I would go out to clubs, pick up anyone who caught my attention and take them here to my apartment. We'd have crazy sex. A smile creeps on my face as I remember specifically how the night ends for us both: I pull the pillow from underneath their head and place it over them, squeezing the life out of them as I straddle them, locking them in a position where they can't escape. After I make sure that they're dead, I pull off the condom around my flaccid manhood; spill my cum in their mouth, take a picture of them then carry them to my bathroom where I inject a syringe into them, draining them of their blood before proceeding to decapitate them.

Yes I know, it's a messy business but I'm doing the world a favor. Because of me, there are less filthy people on the street. I keep their body parts in my freezer, taking it out the next day to be sold as meat (pork meat if you ask my buyers.)

I smile to myself, turn left but her spirit is gone. I turn right and he's also gone. I turn to the paper in front of me and I begin to write:

It all began on a cool night in summer…

By Adeyinka Ayomitide.

Jay Walker: Origins (Chapter Six)

2019-03-17T00:12:00.002-07:00

HOME

Thursday September 7th, 2014. 6PM.

“Where are we now?’ Taylor asks.

“Charlestown." Christian answers her looking at me.

“How do you even know that?” I ask him wondering how he knows where we are without checking Google map.”

“Wolf instinct, we have a sense of direction; you’ll understand when you get yours” He says.

“Oh and what do we do about the tracker on me? How do we even —” before I can complete my sentence Christian hits me hard in my stomach making me puke my guts out; I have no idea what I puke out but it doesn’t look like food at all. In that moment I’m reminded how hungry I am, when was the last time I even ate?

“What’s that?” Taylor asks. “See, there’s bits and bits of tiny flowers in his vomit” she adds.

“It’s dormant wolfs bane, it can used as an anchor to track wolves” Christian explains, he gets a hold of me and helps me get into the car before taking his position at the driver’s seat as Taylor sits at the passenger seat. “Now let’s hope this old car is fast enough to outrun Rebecca.” He exclaims before starting the car.

***

The ride back home to Moonlight Creek is surprisingly awesome except for the fact I am starving. Me, Taylor and my uncle—sorry Christian I don’t think we’ve really gotten to the level where I get to call him my uncle yet. As I was saying before I got rudely interrupted my own stupid self, the drive back to Moonlight Creek is kind of cool. I asked questions, Christian answered although Taylor had more questions to ask, weird right? I know; but I’m happy she knows all about this. We get back to Moonlight Creek around 11:30pm or so I don’t know really I didn’t check my time or I did check it and forgot I did. That’s not the point right now. The town is dead quiet by this time because it’s almost midnight. I look at Taylor who’s fast asleep at the passenger seat. While I’m staring at her she talks.

“Why is there a smile on your face?” She asks me, damn, I thought she was asleep; so I change the topic of the conversation.

“You’re awake, I thought you were asleep” I say.

“Well I was, until someone started staring” She answers.

“Sorry about that, I was just checking up on you” I tell her, like Christian could sense the tension coming off of me he interferes.

“We’ll be at your house in a bit, you two will get something to eat” He says, I look at him in the rearview mirror whispering thank you.

“I’m so hungry, I could eat a house right now” Taylor says with excitement in her voice.

“Yeah, me too; so famished” I force out looking out the window as Taylor and Christian continue talking about whatever I’m lost thinking about what all these would mean. A few minutes pass and my house appears in a distance—I spot my mum outside the house doing that thing she does when she’s out of patience, I try not think about the fact my Mum is a werewolf. Christian parks the car in the driveway; my mum runs down the porch to the car to join us and gives me big hug.

“I thought I lost you Jay, I am so sorry, I promise I’ll explain everything” She blurts out with me still in her arm.

“Mum, I’m choking…” I mumble. “…i can’t breathe” I manage to form a few more words hoping she’ll loosen her grip on me which she does thankfully. She releases me from her grip going over to Taylor—she hugs her too.

“Taylor I am so sorry you had to get involved in our family conflict, I really am” My Mum apologizes like it’ll do any good.

“I’m alright Mrs. Walker, Christian made sure of that” She tells my mum smiling.

“Call me Sarah darling, you two come on in, you must be really hungry; I ordered Chinese. You do like Chinese right?” My Mum asks referring to Taylor.

“Yes Sarah, I do—” Taylor answers trying not to hide the fact she’s really nervous. “Can I call my Dad on your cell? He must be really worried” Taylor tells my Mum.

“Don’t worry about your Dad, I spoke to him already; he’s fine” My Mum says with a smile; I can’t help but wonder what my Mum told him because I know for a fact she can’t tell him the truth. I watch as my Mum drags Taylor along with her to the house.

“Oh, you told him what happened?” Taylor asks.

“No, he wouldn’t believe even if I did” Mum answers laughing. I watch the two of them go inside the house with Christian strutting behind them

“Are you coming?” He asks me

“Yeah, sure; I just need a minute” I tell him, of course I need a minute to process everything that’s happened over the last few days; from the weird girl in my dream to running into Rebecca in the woods, to the fact I’ve been asleep in God knows where, meeting a weird parrot; if that bird was human his name would be Scrooge, getting punched in the gut by my werewolf Uncle and puking what he called dormant wolfs bane and all. None of it is a coincidence. Why is everything happening now? I ask myself, but I’m not getting an answer this night so I push my worries aside. I’m just happy to be home for now, damn I miss my bed. Little did I know this was just the beginning and what I’ve experienced is my new normal.

A Thousand Poems of Love With A Price - An Anthology

2019-03-04T23:02:00.001-08:00

A thousand Poems of Love With A Price is an anthology of poems by writer Adeyinka Oluwademilade Atilola.

It's a brief look into the world of child marriage, rape and FGM (female genital mutilation) it also features Adekanmbi Semilore an amazing and bright writer. Olayide Samiat an inspirational writer. Kazeem Adebayo an awe inspiring and philosophical writer. Olanibi Ifeoluwa Stephen a critical thinker, a master in the field and an inspiration to many. Haruna Sururat a young but well groomed writer. Olawunmi olaniyi a writer with a wide knowledge of literature.

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My One True Love

2019-03-03T10:36:00.001-08:00

Where have you been?
I've searched the highest mountain top,
Calling for you but no response
Oh! please tell me where are you.

I searched the lowest seas and sands of the earth,
yet no response,
heart-broken and silent in the darkest of caves,
hunger and thirsty for this on thing
This one thing called "LOVE"

Happy as the fine morning sun,
pouring your rains of trust,
filling the emptiness within,
my heart sings a new song for you,

For you are always with me,
Keeping me company,
Leave a text if you ever want to go,
so the night may be my dearest one.

By: Odirionye Chiagoziem.

He is currently a 300 level law student of the University of Uyo. He is a music producer, poet, ardent writer, graphics designer and website developer.
Chiagoziem is passionate about making a positive indelible trademark on planet Earth.

Jay Walker: Origins (Chapter Five)

2019-03-03T10:13:00.001-08:00

I MEET A DICK PARROT

Thursday September 7th, 2014. 11AM.

I open my eyes, my head feels like it’s about to split open. I curse as I sit up. I look around me; I see Taylor still knocked out beside me—we're in a moving vehicle; I'm guessing it’s a minivan. I want to kick and punch and scream, but I know it won’t do any good. So I stay put. I check my pocket for my phone, it’s gone. I check Taylors too, nothing there. I curse again and sit tight wondering where we were going. After what feels like hours we're still moving—

“BANG! BOOM! BOOM” I hear loud noises coming from outside followed by screams, painful moans, cries—suddenly, the van screeches and comes to a halt. I hit my head and moan in pain, Taylor turns fast asleep. I hear someone scream from outside the van, then a thud on the floor. Someone’s coming, I say to myself; I hear footsteps approaching us. Without much force, someone opens the door of the van, and surprisingly, it’s the man from my house.

“You!” I say.

“Yes, me; now get up let’s get the hell out of here?” He says with authority like he’s my father or something, who does he think he is? I say to myself frowning even though I obey without arguing and get down from the minivan. I see bodies scattered on the floor, this is first time seeing bodies like this; I should be petrified but for some reason I’m not.

“Did you kill all these people?” I ask still staring at the bodies.

“No, I didn’t; I knocked them out—we don’t hurt humans” He answers like it’s nothing checking the bodies of the men.

“What’s your name? What were you doing at my house? And why are you checking their bodies?” I ask patiently waiting for an answer as he checks the bodies.

“Christian” He answers without looking at me. “I think it’ll be better if your Mum explains everything kiddo”. He says, throws my phone at me and starts walking towards a car, my car to be precise. He brought my car! Yay! Wait, he drove my fucking car?? No one drives my car except me.

“Are you coming or not kiddo?” He asks me as he steps into the driver’s seat of my car.

“My names Jay” I tell him, he acts like he heard nothing. Then I hear Taylor talk in her sleep, reminding me she’s still here. I go back into the van, I look at her and I can’t help but stare.

“What about her? We can’t just leave her here” I insist.

“Yes, we can; and we will” He retorts, short of words I throw back and this time; I feel the same raw strength I felt when I first met Christian in my house.

“No, we won’t!” Christian seems to get the hint, he sighs comes down from my car; enters the minivan, carries Taylor on his shoulder back to the car and places her gently on the backseat. Then get enters the car with me already in it and drives off.

***

The drive back to Moonlight Creek from wherever Christian rescued me and Taylor from is taking forever. The weird silence makes things even worse. I check up on Taylor again for the umpteenth time, I feel guilty for bringing her into all this. I sigh and face the road again. I check my phone for the time and its 3pm, just then I hear Christian say something.

“What? I didn’t get that” I ask, he looks at me and repeats.

“You know it’s not your fault she’s caught up in this right?” I look at him not knowing what to say exactly.

“It doesn’t feel like it…” I tell him “…I feel responsible” I add, playing with my fingers.

“It’s normal to feel like that, this world is pretty messed up: believe me—I know” I raise my right brows trying to understand why he’d understand what it feels like, but then I don’t know anything about him. Who am I to judge?

“You know I'm not the bad guy right?” He asks, I’m not really surprised he asked; I mean I’ve been giving him a cold attitude since we left the van.

“Yeah, I noticed.” I answer, and then I add “I know you want my Mum to explain all this stuff to me, but it would mean a lot if you could just like explain. She might not even tell me when we get back” I say. A few minutes pass without Christian saying anything, like he was considering if he should tell me or not; just then he starts talking.

“We were royalty, our father; your grandfather was the werewolf Alpha Supreme while our mother was the most powerful witch of her time. There was a war raging on between the werewolves and the vampires, natural enemies. My beloved sister, your mother felt obligated to stop the war. So she married your father, the prince of Transylvania. Over time they fell in love, they were happy; there was peace for a while between the wolves and vampires, but my older brother Edward was of the opinion vampires are parasites meant to be slaughtered. My father Alpha Knighte was against him—Edward wasn’t the obedient type; he challenged my father for the Alpha status. My father wasn’t willing to fight his first born son, his very weakness—my brother, Edward killed our father.” I can see tears forming under Christians eyelids; he notices me and cleans his eyes.

“What happened next?” I ask him and he continues the story.

“He couldn’t kill our mother, so he put her to sleep. Our baby sister, Rebecca stood with Edward and still stands with him. Edward killed anyone who stood against him. I was against him, your mother was against him, and Malcolm was against him. We started a rebellion, your parents separated because of the war. They had no choice; your father never knew your mother was pregnant. When your mum left, he changed.” I had no idea tears were already forming in my eyes until they started dropping and that Taylor was already awake.

“I'm sorry” She consoles me and pats my shoulder; I smile at her and face Christian.

“I met Rebecca, what does she want with me?” I ask with renewed strength.

“You’re a threat to Edward; you can unite our two species and bring balance to our supernatural world. He doesn’t want that” He says.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?” Taylor asks Christian.

“It is; but it also means the wolves control less power—it’s all politics” Christian answers her.

“If my dad is a vampire as you claim and my Mum is a werewolf; which is basically impossible. I mean have you seen her run? A 5 year old runs faster than her…” I emphasize in my attempt to make a point. “…why am I normal? I suck at everything physical, am I not supposed to have like top superhuman agility and stuff like that?” I ask this time looking straight at Christian for an answer.

“You do, your Mum wanted you to lead a normal life, so she used magic to suppress your werewolf and vampire sides; to protect you.” He answers without taking his eyes off the steering.

“Protect me from what? Unbelievable, she’s lied to me my whole life” I exclaim.

“Give your Mum a break kiddo she did what every mother in her situation would do” Christian points out and I know it’s supposed to make me feel better but I don’t feel better, I feel worse—the thought a part of me has been locked away all my life, I didn’t know what to feel other than anger. Just then, Taylor spots a large beautiful parrot heading for the direction of my car.

“Isn’t that a parrot?” Taylor asks no one in particular, getting both Christian and I to look in the direction of the bird.

“Oh! That’s Abby, my anim—partner” Christian answers like it’s completely normal to have a bird for a partner, what else am I going to see? Elves riding horses? Christian brings the car to a stop, parks it by the roadside—I watch in awe as he gets out of the car stretches his arm forward and the parrot lands on his arm. The parrot makes a rough annoying noise that makes my ears want to fall off as it lands comfortably on Christians left arm, do parrots make noise like that?

“Sorry about that, I can’t help it; it just happens” the parrot blurts out looking straight at me—in shock I jump back screaming.

“Wow, wow, wow, did that parrot just talk?” I ask Christian who looks like he’s trying really hard not to burst out laughing. Taylor moves closer to Abby to get a better look.

“Looks like she did…” Taylor says looking intrigued, I’d say she’s taking this whole thing better than I am; I might just go insane before the end of today. “I’m Taylor, nice to meet you Abby—” She adds with that bright smile that showcases her dimples, while Christian looks like he’s trying even harder not to burst out laughing. I was about to ask him what’s so funny when Abby talks again.

“First of; I’m he—not a she—” Abby corrects Taylor who realizes her mistake and tries not to burst out laughing too.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know” Taylor apologizes to Abby; if this wasn’t my life right now I’d be laughing really hard that a human was apologizing to a bird; I mean a parrot.

“Apology accepted, it’s not every day you meet a beauty like me; nice to meet you Taylor; I’m Abby…” Abby greets back as his eyes move from Taylor to me again like he’s just realizing my existence. “This is Jay Walker?” He asks Christian with disappointment boldly written on his face even though he’s trying to hide it. “He’s not much” he adds with his eyes back at Christian.

“Alright Abby what do you want? You didn’t appear now to tell me what you think of my nephew” He asks Abby waiting for a reply.

“Oh, yeah that; I thought you’d like to know there’s a tracker on him and Rebecca is on your trail—” He tells Christian like its nothing and before he can finish his sentence we already cut him off.

“Why the hell didn’t you start with that?” I ask Abby glaring at him like I’m about to pulverize him.

“Shit, how close are they?” Christian asks Abby who is still acting indifferent.

“About thirty to forty minutes behind you, not too far” he answers nonchalantly.

“Fine get back to camp, tell Malcolm we’re on our way” Christian adds before lifting his arm up to the sky for Abby to take off.

“Your parrot is a dick” I exclaim.

Scattered Thoughts - An Anthology

2019-02-28T17:08:00.000-08:00

Scattered Thoughts is an anthology of poems by writer and poet Ogunyale Adegbenro Daud. It is a brief look into the thoughts and ideas that tend to storm his mind, it also features the author of the Negroes Journal; Omobodunde Ajayi, the author of the Dawn Of No Return: The Secret Nights Mist; C.J. Ellah, the author of upcoming anthology Aces Journey; Joseph O. Awujoola, the author of upcoming anthology A Thousand Poems of Love With A Price; Adeyinka Atilola, Adeoye Victoria a talented young poet with vast knowledge of Literature, Adekanmbi Oluwasemilore an intelligent, bright and well furnished poet, Akporube Clive; a critical thinker, subconscious philosopher, tech genius and poet, Adeogun Excel; a brilliant poet and writer with his unique style of writing, Adeyinka Ayomitide - a poet and writer that sets a standard. Last but not least Soyelu-Aro Esther; the author of Firefly: A Collection of Poems.

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Jay Walker: Origins (Chapter Four)

2019-02-22T14:08:00.002-08:00

WHO AM I?

I park my car by the roadside. In case I didn’t mention it before I drive a 1958 Blue Convertible with Black stripes. Cool right? Yeah, I know. I leave the warmth of my car and start walking into the woods, all by myself—towards the old circus. I can hear the sounds of crickets, frogs croaking, insects buzzing around. I'm not with torchlight, but I can still see. I guess that’s one of the perks of sneaking out once in a while. The distance of the circus from the roadside isn’t that far, so I get there in less than 3minutes. I've always been able to think here. I have no idea why and I come here anytime I get in a fight with my Mum.

I walk deeper into the woods. The circus hasn’t been used in over 10years, it closed down or the authorities closed it down or something like that. An incident happened that claimed the lives of people, or at least that’s what they said on the news. Memories come rushing back from when my Mum used to bring me here when I was younger, before the incident happened. I guess I kind of grew into loving this place.

I begin to get this feeling I'm being watched. You can call it my sixth sense, I've always been able to sense when bad things are about to happen before they happen. First, I get this stir feeling in my stomach like I'm going to puke; then the bad thing happens. The last time I got this feeling was before my babysitter had a heart attack. I hear footsteps behind me; this brings me out of my trance. I look behind me, I see no one. I check behind the tree, around the area I heard the footsteps. I find nothing. I check my phone for any missed call from Taylor or my Mum or anyone who gives two fucks about me—Instead, I see 8 messages; 7 from my Mum and 1 from Taylor. I ignore my Mums text and read Taylors text, it says:

"Going to be late" It’s not like I'm surprised or anything. This is Taylor here, I can’t help but smile. Then I get that gut feeling I'm being watched again. I look up and surprisingly, I see a strange woman—dressed in all black, looks like she’s in her late 20s or early 30s but damn, she’s hot—shame on you Jay, I say to myself! You find a strange woman in the woods and you're gushing about how hot she is. Still trying to process the fact this woman is staring at me, she talks:

"You shouldn’t be out here on your own, by this time… Dear nephew" I open my mouth flabbergasted. How do people I’ve never met in my life know my name?

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" I ask her. The strange woman laughs hysterically as she walks towards me, my heart beats faster and faster like it’s about to pop out of my chest.

"So it is true, you really don’t know who you are, what you are—I’ll do you one, I’m your aunt" She observes as she edges closer to me while I walk backwards trying to get away from her, without looking behind me. When I create a good distance between me and her I hit something huge, for a minute I thought it was a tree until I looked at what I hit exactly. It isn’t a tree or a thing, it’s a man; a horrible looking man. He’s about two times the size of Dwayne Johnson with an ugly scar that cuts right across his face. Could my night get any worse? So I summon the courage to ask:

"You’re not my aunt—who are you? What do you want with me? Why can’t you let me go?" Her face lightens as I ask these questions and a smirk appears on her face.

"My name is Rebecca Knighte and what I want is you.” I'm dumbfounded. This woman, this Rebecca Knighte, what does she want with me? Why is she calling herself my aunt? I don’t have any, why would anyone want me? I'm not special; I’m just a random bozo. In that moment a billion thoughts come running into my mind and I can’t help but ask.

"Who am I?”

***

“Who am I?” I ask this Rebecca woman, she grins mischievously and as she’s about to say something. Two men appear out of thin air with Taylor, I can’t believe my own eyes. I stare with my mouth opened, dumfounded.

"Lady Knighte, we found this human lurking around” One of them says as he drags her with him, Taylor looks up, spots me and run towards me. Expecting one of them to stop her but surprisingly none of them did, I hide my shock and whisper words of comfort to her—I have no idea what I’m doing.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” I whisper to her and wrap my arms around her; I can feel her shivering in my arms if I didn’t know better I’ll say the cold is getting to her; but deep down I know it’s not the cold.

“You're safe now, they won’t hurt you. I promise.” The words flow out of my mouth seamlessly even though I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Knowing I just lied, I look at Rebecca and the evil grin is still on her face like she can read my mind.

“Puny humans and their emotions—hello little girl, does Mommy know you’re here?” Rebecca asks Taylor in a fake Mommy voice and she whimpers when she realizes she’s being referred to. Taylor’s Mum died of cancer, everyone knows that; well everyone except this idiot. I try my best to make an evil face, in a matter of seconds her grin disappears. I guess she took the hint.

“Let her go, I’m the one you want” I say, with the feeling that isn’t going to happen.

“She’s not going anywhere, neither are you; you’re both coming with me" Rebecca says.

“It’s going to be okay.” I whisper to Taylor, she looks at me, smiles like she’s trying to make me feel better.

“I'm okay, I'm not scared--” She says softly trying to hide the fear in her voice, I know she’s lying but I say nothing instead I draw her closer to me.

“—you should be” Rebecca barks.

“Let her go, I’ll give you anything you want.” I offer Rebecca while praying to the stars she’d accept my offer, I should’ve known better. Instead the evil grin returns to her face.

“Brave, and stupid; like your mother—you’re going to give me what I want, whether you want to or not” Rebecca answers without giving a second thought to my offer, damn. I heave and say my prayers silently. Taking her attention off of Taylor and I, she faces her henchmen, they're huge too; but not as huge as Scarface. Yep! You heard me right, Scarface; that’s what I'm going to call the bulky guy my back hit.

“Chain them up, we're leaving” Those are the last words I hear before something or someone hit me, I wouldn’t know for sure.

Jay Walker: Origins (Chapter Three)

2019-02-15T12:26:00.000-08:00

I GET PISSED

I wake up feeling a slight headache as I open my eyes, the bright light forces me to close them immediately; I recognize the environment instantly, it’s my room. I sit up on my bed and look around. My rooms empty. I stand up, open my door and head downstairs to the sitting room, hoping I'll find my Mum. When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I hear two people talking. One voice belongs to my mum, the other belongs to someone I do not know. From where I stand I can’t help but overhear them

“She shouldn’t have made now, he’s not ready.” My Mum tells the strange man.

“You know how the oracles work, they’re unpredictable and he’s been separated from her all his life. What did you expect to happen? An email coming in to announce its time he begins his training?” The strange man asks my Mum.

“Well a heads up would’ve been nice!” Mum replies.

“What do you mean a heads up? You mean you haven't told him?" The strange man asks my mum.

"No I haven’t, what do you expect me to tell him Christian? Your father is a vampire prince and I'm a werewolf princess and you're both?" My Mum asks him but it is obvious she isn’t expecting an answer. They continue arguing but I have no idea what they're talking about, against my better judgment and because I am tired of hearing all this crap I join them.

"What the hell are you guys talking about? Who's a vampire? Who's a werewolf? And who are you?" I ask as I confront them both. My mum walks towards me and with her face, I can tell she's about to send me back to my room.

"How much of that did you hear?" She asks me when she gets close to me.

"All the important stuff, I guess; and who's this mum?" I ask my Mum facing the strange man who’s wearing a black jacket, skinny jeans and these cool sneakers.

"I need you to go to your room Jay." My Mum orders me.

"What?" In that moment I feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through me, anger kicks in, I feel something I've never felt before—strength, pure strength. For some reason, I feel like I can do anything so I don’t hold back. "You've never mentioned my Father before, the one time I hear about my father you want me to go to my room. What the hell mum?” I yell before leaving in anger.

For the first time in my life, I raise my voice at my Mum. I run up to my room, grab my jacket, my phone and my car key. Did I mention I have a car? Hell yeah, I have a car. I got it for my birthday this year and that was months ago. I start the car and start driving. Honestly I have no idea where I'm going, I just want to leave and go somewhere I can think straight. I have the perfect place in mind; I just need the perfect person—Taylor, I call Taylor. I might have under explained our relationship but we’re pretty close. Her phone rings and she picks up in like 5 seconds.

"Hey T" I say softly trying to be calm.

"Hey, what happened to you at school? How are you now? Do you feel better?" She throws questions at me without even waiting for answers, classic Taylor.

"I don’t know T, I heard some weird stuff and I really need someone to talk. Can you meet me at the old circus?" I ask her.

"What are you crazy?" She yells at me on the phone. "Weren’t you paying attention when Principal Wilson was talking about some wolf running around town maiming people? Yet you want me to meet you at the old circus? In the woods? By this time? Are you crazy?” She continues to rant.

“I guess I’m rebellious then” I tell her with a smirk on my face.

“Really? That’s what you’re going with?” She asks.

“I just need someone to talk to, can you make it? I ask her.

“Ugh, fine; I'll meet you there. Should I call Chris?” She asks.

“No, just you” I answer.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there.” She tells me.

“Thanks T, you’re the best" I hang up, step on it; increase the speed of my car and zoom off.

T A Y L O R

I'm listening to Adele on my iPod whilst solving math, weird right? I've been doing it since I was 7. Just then my phone starts ringing; I check the caller id to see who it is only to find out its Jay calling. Oh my God! I haven't called him after what happened in school. I answer my phone with lightning speed and start throwing questions at him, trying to cover my mistake.

“Hey T” He greets him and his voice on the phone is unusually scary.

"Hey, what happened to you at school? How are you now? Do you feel better?" I ask him.

"I don’t know T, I heard some weird stuff and I really need someone to talk. Can you meet me at the old circus?" He asks.

"What are you crazy?" I ask him, shocked. "What are you crazy?" I yell at him. "Weren’t you paying attention when Principal Wilson was talking about some wolf running around town maiming people? Yet you want me to meet you at the old circus? In the woods? By this time? Are you crazy?” For some weird reason I continue to rant, lord I hope he doesn’t notice.

"I guess I'm rebellious then" He tells me and I can sense there’s a smirk on his face, I can’t help but smile

“Really? That’s what you’re going with?” I ask.

“I just need someone to talk to, can you make it?” He asks me.

“Ugh, fine; I'll meet you there. Should I call Chris?” I ask him.

“No, just you” He replies.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there.” I tell him.

“Thanks T, you’re the best" He gives me a compliment which for some reason makes my face red as hell. I stand up from my bed, change my clothes and head downstairs to check my Dad. He’s not there, I go to his room to check him and luckily; he's there, sleeping. I go back downstairs trying not to make any noise. I get down the stairs and head for the door. I'm surprised my dad hasn’t lock up yet, well; good for me. I open the door slowly—it makes a loud squeak. I pause for a minute to ensure I haven’t been caught. After a few seconds of waiting, I go outside and as I step out I feel the fresh air on my face. I close the door silently behind me as I walk towards the garage. I get there only to meet the garage door locked, I curse silently knowing I have to go back inside to get the garage key without getting caught. I go back inside the house to get the key, I return in record time to open the garage door without getting caught—that’s one hell of a record. I open the garage door, go inside to pull my bicycle out. I try to roll it outside but it doesn’t move. I check the front and back tires only to realize they’re both flat. I groan because I didn’t want to take the car, I check my phone for calls or texts and find none; I text Jay.

"I’m going to be late”. I type and send. I get in my car and drive off.

The Suffer-Reign State

2019-02-11T11:26:00.001-08:00

Nigeria, our suffer-reign state...

The hub of corruption, bribery, all the worst vices.

Nigeria, our suffer-reign state...

Where only God can cleanse our dirty practices.

Have you seen the leaders of our "suffer-reign" nation?

With their pig sized stomach and hunger for power?

Do you think the least powerful of men can resist the temptation?

To frolick with the band of thieves in their castle of sewer?

Some of them preach about change and the next level...

Others giving "power to the people" all while making Nigeria great again.

We know who they are, what they are; they're associates of the devil.

As you read this, don't over think or you just might go insane.

They cannot sweep away the problems we face with their broom of doom,

Neither can they hide their sixteen years under their umbrella of deceit.

Our suffering has continued to loom,

Getting out of it is no easy feat.

The force meant to protect us in our suffer reign state.

Has become the thorn that haunt us every time.

Without our hundred naira and more; they're going to seal our fate,

By sending us to Kirikiri for endless prison time.

The highways and roads have become a path to quick death.

Nepa doesn't care if we have chilled water or a running blood bank.

The terrestrial powers that maintain order have suddenly gone on stealth.

I'd like to continue but for some reason my head is blank.

- O.adD-iWriter

Jay Walker: Origins (Chapter Two)

2019-02-06T03:10:00.001-08:00

BLACKOUT

History class went by with the same speed Mondays come after Fridays. I'm in the last class for today, Math. I’ve never liked math. They had to make the classes we hate the really important ones.

"Jay would you like to explain to the class the first law of indices?” I'm far-gone in my thoughts to even hear her, typical math class drama.

"Mr. Jay Walker" This time I hear that loud and clear, unfortunately: quickly I snap out of my fantasy.

"Yes, Miss Liz" I answer pulling myself together like I’ve actually been paying attention.

"Apparently you haven't been paying attention in my class." She points out blankly as she walks towards me.

“Busted” I say under my breath.

“What did you say?” She asks.

“Nothing Ma’am” I answer.

"Would you like to share with the class why you haven't been concentrating?” She asks me, I look around the class, all eyes are on me—damn I hate being the center of attention.

"No Ma’am, I'm sorry; it won’t happen again—I promise." I tell her trying to look as honest as I possibly can.

"I hope it won't either." she retorts, clears her throat and heads back for the board. As she's about to continue teaching, the bell makes it usual noise and everyone stands up immediately. I thought stuff like that only happens in the movies but obviously not. I stand up, look outside the window and inhale the fresh smell of freedom; First day of school gone. I leave my class and head towards my locker to pick a few things before I leave the school compound. That's when the principal’s annoying croaky voice hoots from the speaker, another thing I did not miss about school.

"Attention students of Moonlight Creek, first off welcome back to school and as much as I’d hate to say this I've been informed by the sheriff’s department that there's a wolf running around town. It has maimed 3 people and for your safety you are advised to head straight home. No extra-classes, no detention, no nothing—’’ The students scream in excitement and celebrate after the no detention part, you’d be surprised the number of students that get detention in a day.

“—you are advised to go home straight; there will be a curfew till further notice. Thank you.” and just like that the speaker makes a loud annoying noise before finally going off like it wasn’t working a few seconds back.

"Well that's new!" I hear Taylor's voice and I look behind me.

"Yeah, I guess." I reply. "Where's Chris?" I ask.

"I don’t know, we were supposed to meet outside the school". She answers.

"Well then let's get going, I don't want to be late; with this wolf news going around town--My Mums going to freak if I don’t get home in time.” I tell her.

Suddenly, I start feeling hot like I’m about to puke, everywhere feels stuffy and dark like I’m suffocating. “Jay is you okay? You look terrible.” Taylor says looking worried.

“I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.” I force out as I try to hold on to someone, anyone, something, and anything I can get my hands on to get a hold of myself. My head starts’ pounding like someone is hitting it with a baseball bat; I can feel my heart rate increase as my heart beats faster.

I hear Taylors’ voice say “You’re burning up, we need to get you to the clinic fast, come--” I feel her arms around me as she edges me to move faster. Her voice is all I can hear and even that begins to fade into the background as I slowly lose consciousness with the last thing I hear is Taylor crying, asking for help.

***

I hear a female voice I’ve never heard in my life, yet somehow it feels strangely familiar like I know whose voice it is. I open my eyes and all I see is endless darkness. While I’m trying to wrap my head around which she is, she speaks to me again.

“Hello Jay, I’ve been waiting you.” She says my stomach turns at the thought that someone I’ve never met in my life knows my name.

“Who are you and how do you know my name?” I ask the strange voice.

“It doesn’t matter; I don’t know how long I can maintain this connection so I’ll go straight to the point. Your life is about to change completely, do not be afraid of this change; it is who you are—embrace it. You come from a long line of amazing people, remember you are your own strength all you need to do is dig deep.” She tells me and for a few seconds I have no idea what to say or ask.

“Why can’t I see you?” I ask not knowing which question to ask first.

“It’s not yet time, till then take care of yourself Jay Walker—“ She says and before I can say anything else I jolt awake.

Jay Walker: Origins (Chapter One)

2019-02-06T03:03:00.000-08:00

BEGINNINGS

Monday September 4th, 2014. 7AM.

“JAYYY!!!” I hear my mum yell from the bottom of the stairs at the top of her voice.

"Jay David Walker" she yells again.

"Heaven’s sake, what is wrong with this boy?" She murmurs as she climbs the stairs towards my room feeling frustrated,y yeah I do that to my Mum a lot. She knocks on the door, I don’t answer; she knocks again. This time I answer:

"I'm awake Mum; I'll join you in a few minutes" My mum wasn't ready to leave, not this morning.

"You better get your ass over here and open the door, in the house I pay for with my 3 shifts at the hospital". She yells louder as I open the door and peek out.

"I know you're working really hard Mum, and I appreciate and love you". I try to calm her down. She sighs, looks at me with sad puppy eyes and heads back to the kitchen.

"It’s the first day of school after summer; you don’t want to be late" she points out her voice fading as she goes farther away.

"I won't Mum, I promise".

I walk back into my room; it isn’t the huge kind of room you would see in the movies, but it was what my Mum could afford. My room is painted sea blue, with posters of famous soccer players on different parts of the room. My bed is rough; in all my room is a mess.

"Damn, school today, soccer try outs on Thursday, summer was too damn fast". I say to myself not knowing I wouldn’t even get the chance to try out at all. Still thinking out loud, my phone rings.

“Damn, Chris" I'm late for school, ugh, who gets to school late on the very first day of school? Well, that would be me. I run as fast as my skinny legs can carry me, this isn’t the first time I'd be running to school or getting to school late but I have this weird feeling in my stomach. The way you feel before something life altering happens to you. Damn, Chris would be so mad at me. You’re probably wondering who Chris is? Chris is my best friend, or let me say, my male best friend. I have two best friends, a boy and a girl. Isn't that weird? Chris is dude and Taylor is the girl. We've been friends since kindergarten and they know every single thing about me, we're not your everyday trio. We're the kind you read about in books.

The loud noise coming from the school knocks me out of my morning thoughts. My school to be exact, I walk a little, turn left; my school comes in sight, Moonlight Creek High. I jog a little and luckily I get in before the evil teacher, Mr. Sam gets to his usual position by the entrance of the school. From the gate I spot Taylor, a girl that is my friend as I would put it walking into the school compound. She looks a little different though, damn, everyone looks different except me I observe.

“Taylor” I call out to her, assuming she didn't see me. She looks back wondering the person yelling her name, I feel kind of awkward. She spots me, smiles and waves at me. I signal her to wait; she does. As I jog up to her.

"Hey" I greet her, trying really hard to smile and zip my thoughts for a minute.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here—if it isn't Mr. Walker". She smiles showing her dimples, damn, Taylor has dimples? We've been friends my whole life and I have never noticed them.

“You look good T, Paris treated you well” I point out; I wink, dragging her along with me into the hallway. I haven't been good with relationships even though I've been in a few, not that they last long or anything. With Taylor, I can be myself and she quite understands me. We head for Taylors locker to pick a few things. Why on earth would I leave stuffs in my locker for 3 whole months? She takes God knows what from her locker and we head towards my locker. Please be reminded, I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE ANYTHING. I JUST WANNA DROP A FEW BOOKS. While we're at my locker, Taylor continues telling me about her trip to Paris. Not like I care though, these are the reasons I ask God why she prefers to hang around us boys; while we're at it, Chris joins us.

"Good one Walker" Chris says, that's when I remember I stood him up and I was in huge trouble. You see, Chris can tolerate a lot of crap but you do not stand him up—no excuse is good enough; why? That’s a story for another day.

"I'm sorry man" I try to calm him down. “I woke up really late; you know I would never do that on purpose". I add.

“You stood him up didn’t you?” Taylor asks me, I stare down with guilty boldly written on my face, she sighs.

"So T, what’s up?” He asks Taylor as he tries to calm down.

“Well you know Paris and all, it was fun” she replies with excitement

“Believe me you do not want to get started on that, she’ll keep going on and on” I add.

“You better pray that’s all I ask her you cunt” Chris fires at me, uh-oh looks like he’s not entirely over it, I’ll give him time.

“Ask me what?” Taylor asks confused looking at both of us for answers. I stare at Chris trying hard to remember which one of the thousand questions he was talking about; I mean this guy has everything on me. If he decides to sell me out, I’m done for at the same time I try to play the dumb card.

“Yeah, Chris; ask her what?” I force out trying to read his face but to no avail.

“It’s nothing; I’m probably mixing stuff up” He answers without even trying to hide the fact he was lying.

"You know that won’t work on me? I know your asses too well for you to act up on me". Taylor fires back, I breathe heavily. Chris stares at me and Taylor follows suit.

"Come on people, I'm listening" she says wearing a frown and folding her arms.

"Okay, Chris asked..." then the bells rings for classes to begin I whisper a silent prayer, it felt like the universe was on my side—little did I know I hadn’t seen shit.

Taylor sighs, "I expect you to explain yourselves during lunch break" she says and waltz’ off to her first class. I can't help but stare as she heads for class. Chris smirks, and looks at me.

"What?" I ask feeling weird.

"Don't think I didn't see the way you were staring at T." My brows twitch as I watch Chris finish his sentence.

"What the hell are you talking about?” I hurl at him.

"Never mind" he says bouncing to class. I could still see the smirk on his face as he walked; lord knows the friends I have I say to myself and leave for class; whichever I’m having right now.

Dear African Parents,

2019-02-01T08:19:00.000-08:00

Dear African parents,
We want you to actually listen to us!
For once, let us clear the cobwebs
that has gathered in our hearts over the years,
a certain darkness you've plunged us into.
“...look at Dele. Does he have two heads–"
You keep hitting me with these bullets.
“...can't you be like everybody?"

I just can't!
Everyone wants me to be normal.
The world see me as crazy, 'cause my opinions differ.
I'll definitely not succumb to your norms,
so as to become normal
Hypocrisy at its finest.

Dear African parents,
Whats your definition of normal?
I wonder.
Staying in line with what everyone knows?
Following the path those before me did?
Or listening to your caging beliefs over and over?
“We all can't be sane", I keep reminding myself.
Let me break free and make my opinion heard!
From the rooftops, let the world know,
My flaws are beautiful and that's who I am.
Maybe, just maybe, you'd come to understand,
I am a force that can't be caged,
a force that'll defy societal norms and be alright.

Dear African parents, we want you to actually listen!
Give us the support and freedom to express our inner strength,
I've got a zeal in me that needs to be expressed,
Do not kill the young talent in me, don't kill the real me.
I'm a star that needs to shine on its own, stop comparing me to any other person,
Comparison isn't motivation, grab it now!
Let me break free and prove to the world that I'm unique and better in my own way
Let me be me!

By HRM_DaPsalmist and Tarus.

Always and Forever.

2019-02-01T07:48:00.000-08:00

We always talked about forever,
It was our quote. Our anthem.
I remember sitting every night with you, staring at the skies,
You in my arms, my breath against your neck,
My hand rubbing your tummy so slightly,
Our thoughts far away, yet at a converging destination - future.

I miss the name you called me.
No! Not just the name, but the sound of the name as you pronounced it. It made me wonder if that truly was my name.
I miss the times our lips locked,
And our hormones became an erupting volcano as I found the nape of your neck.

I miss the silent moans that escaped your lip against my ear,
They became my favourite verse of our song.
It's hard to define what I feel now,
We made promises, ran the race together through several hurdles.
Yet, the last time we spoke was to tell you to keep away,
To stay away and not talk to me.
How every word slipped through my lips breaks my heart,
Burning my tongue like vinegar on a thirsty day.

I sit here now as my eyes well with tears.
Tears for the times I wish we could still have together,
For the moments we could still smile together,
Or the moments I could bring you food, and feed you as you become my cuddly baby.
Your voice still rings in my head as a morning alarm.
I find it hard to forget you.
This really is a different kind of love.
I miss you... But it's your day, not mine.
So blossom and shine.

By Olaniyi Olawunmi

My Thoughts With You.

2019-02-01T03:03:00.000-08:00

My thoughts are with you but my body isn't,
As much as it hurts I try to hide it.
My soul aches for the sound of your voice,
I'd kill to smell your fragrance if had the choice.
The fact I can't be with you continues to haunt me,
I love you and I have nothing but words to prove myself.
Whatever happens babe please stick with me,
Till the day I see you and lose myself-
In you.

By O.aD-iWriter

I'm Batman (A Short Story)

2019-01-30T14:15:00.000-08:00

"There's no such thing as superheroes" Lola points out as she struts towards my desk with a devilish smirk on her face. In that moment I realize I was in trouble, I adjust my tie and try to wipe the sweat that is beginning to form at the base of my forehead.

"How am I even sweating right now?" I ask myself. "No-no-no, she's not supposed to make me this nervous. She dumped me, I'm not going back there. Not now, not ever".

Without thinking twice I pick up my files and race for the door knob, eager to escape this hell hole I'd call an office on a good day - my office. Somehow, yet somehow as I got close to my much needed escape from this hell hole, i tripped. Like who does that? Don't worry, I'd answer that question for you, I does that - sorry I meant I do that. I'm a character that breaks the fourth wall what'd you expect? I make the same mistakes you dumb cunts in the real world make.

As I was saying, I tripped, you want to guess what I tripped on? Yes, I tripped on the wires that connect my computer to the walk socket. And again, yes; Lola makes me that nervous. Fast forward to my not so successful prison break, I hit my head and pass out. What were you expecting? Me performing a Tom Cruise style stunt and escaping because I'm a character that breaks the fourth wall like deadpool? Please, I'm a pussy. FYI, Wade Wilson is a dick, his jokes are not as funny as the movies portray him. Wait till he plays a prank on you, you'll hate him.

Oh and you're probably wondering how I got into this situation in the first place! Trying to escape this sexy angel with lovely boobs and one hell of a shaved v-- oh sorry I'm not supposed to say the word, but you get it right?
As I was saying, you're probably wondering how I got into this situation in the first place, but I'm going to tell you something; SPOILER ALERT!! you're definitely not finding out anytime soon.

Why? Because my author is one lazy prick, yeah I said it; sue me. He hasn't finished Jay Walker and Jays story is one hell of a ride plus he's not as dick-ish as Wade. Anyway, I've got to stop breaking the wall every time its getting stale and I as character really need you cunts to like my short story to inspire this prick to write more about me. So for now, Adios; whats my name? I'm batman.

By O.aD-iWriter

Translation Through Speakers

2019-01-30T13:15:00.000-08:00

I sit on a bench, thinking about my life,
Don't ask cuz I don't know how I got myself a wife.
Slow and steady, the wonder years pass me by,
While you count sheep, I'm struggling with the fact I'm probably bi.
This isn't a competition, it's for the best and for the dreamers,
My failure has made me a dead man walking, I'm not talking night walkers.
Wutup snow, you broke my heart on repeat,
These waves of loneliness has me replaying my greatest feat.
Like paper planes, I'll soar high till I crash,
My pain is timeless, so I try not to act rash.
Translation through speakers, all I hear is the sound of the cash.

Inspired by Jon Bellion,
Translation Through Speakers (2013)

By O.aD-iWriter

Friend or Foe?

2019-01-30T12:58:00.000-08:00

Tell me, are you a friend or foe?
So I'd know how fast to draw my bow.
The fear of your betrayal has me on my toes,
For I might reap what I have sow.

Tell me, are you a foe or friend?
So I'd brace myself for the imminent end.
Can my past sins be forgiven?
Even though everything I gained has been given.

Am I considered a friend or foe? Pray tell,
I'd understand if you need to avoid me or yell.
For my evil rings louder than hell's bell,
Whatever you need, pray tell.

By O.aD-iWriter