Category: Literature
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I, BUSYMINDS
I say that I love to explore ideas, but I don’t know what that means. I want to do a trace down. I want to trace how I got to the point of spouting stuff like “I love exploring ideas.” It feels weird and unrealistic. But here goes. Let’s begin with human nature. Human nature…
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THAT VICTORY, AT ELAH
I, David. At Elah, the warcamp, Give bread to my brothers. I see, fearful men, yelling giant, chided king. Yelling giant, scaring the men, scolding the King, defying my God. I look, the men, they flee, they fear. I look, the men, the giant, I ask “what is the reward?” “A woman, no tax,” they…
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A SHORT STORY
“The leaders of this country are too corrupt,” Alao said to Ladi, looking over his shoulder to check if anyone saw them. “I am tired of this country,” Ladi replied. A light flashed in their direction as they were about to turn the street corner. They ran and hid behind an external bathroom shed. Breathing…
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THE SPIRIT AWAKENS
THE SPIRIT AWAKENS Dayo awoke with a jerk, his legs flying up from the bed. The tap on his shoulder contradicted the lonely situation he was faced with. He lived alone. No one should be able to tap him. A shrill cry of a woman’s voice beat against his chest. He knew what he had…
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CATCH-PHRASE GENERATION
Anjola slouched, his black depressed eyes stared deep into the white blank screen. He felt nothing, dark and hollow with echoes of darkness in him. His emotions textured like the famed bottomless pit; unending, slippery, every attempt to grapple with something met with loss, terrifying, dark and abyss. No demons, no fire, no pain, just…
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