QWENI stood by the rusty window of the warehouse, breathing in the calm breeze on the warehouse which bore the smell of rust and stagnant water, while the old man, Lucio sat on the seat on which he was previously tied, before ordered my boys to cut him loose.“You sold your niece, got her into being a sex slave at a very tender age, and you know that was a great damage to her. You messed up her teen-age.” I said with the tone of an odd spirit reminding its victim of the uncountable evil he had done.Trust me, I was good at what I do. I know to hype, how to demoralise, how to instigate, and that was exactly what I was doing to the old man.“Did you bring me here to remind me of the evil I’ve done?” he asked, his voice sounding a little tougher than I thought it would.I thought my words would break him and make him speak with a sort f panic or remorse which would help cement my psychological puzzle, and help me gain control of his mind.“I don’t mean to remind you of the evil you did,

LAURAI’ve been into bitter situations of many calibres, I’ve suffered pain in many ways, but I’ve never had a friend as dearly and loving as Gova.Losing her was the most painful experience of my dear life.I could not help the tears that well up in my eyes as her body was laid on the burial pyre. Her mother had demanded her body be cremated since her death was shrouded in a kind of mystery, which to me, was no mystery.Gova was my friend till her dying moment.She died the death that was meant for me, and that was such a bitter experience. Imagine being rejected, picked up by a strange guy, and losing your best friend in just a couple of odd hours.I didn’t bother to dab the tears that was threading its way down my cheek.A torch of fire was brought in and handed over to the pack’s priest, who held it up above his head, such that we all had to look up to see the torch burning like youthful strength, and flickering like a rush of adrenalin.“From the gods our souls came, and from the

RHETTWe broke the hug and I led them inside. I wasn’t glad that Andy came with her, because I hate him as much as I hate Ricky and I believe my hate for him is justifiable because you can’t hate a master and hate his servant.Offered a seat in the room, they sat side by side, while I sat on a small sofa, facing them, with sad look of a mourning fellow on my face.Cassey had the basket she brought with her dropped at the centre table, which grimed with sweet smelling glass oil which the servants of the fort had used in polishing it clean.“How have you been, brother?” Cassey posed with so much words left in her lips.Had I gone pale and weak with mourning for crying out loud, she would have had so much to say, and she could have said everything without hold any of them back in her mouth with her lips tight.Well, I did mourn Gova. I did feel her absence. I did cry my eyes out when the priest set fire to her funeral pyre, but I knew I was not meant to exceed the boundaries of mourning

QWENI bet the mirror knows me better than anyone do. It always gave me the response I desired so much each time I stare into it. It displays me to me, and what exactly is the me she displays to me?An epitome of evil; hate and malice. Those are what the mirror in my massive room says of me each time I stand before it with my brazing red lipstick.Of course, I’m evil and it gives me pleasure.Maybe I’m the first freak you’ve ever known, or maybe I might not, because even I myself had seen and had intimacy with an old freak, his name is Lucio, and I suspect that he has his hands in the swap of events on the marking ceremony, but his plans got ruined after it worked out.Well, I wouldn’t swear over it, because I’m not sure if he did anything wicked on that fateful day.I drew a round circle on my lips with the lips stick, forming the blazing red I loved so much. The red that made people mistake me for a Russian model, maybe because Russians had a lot to do with blazing red.Well, that

ANDYEver since Ricky left the palace, and Killian emerged from no where, claiming the throne to himself, the palace had become a playground where anybody from anywhere could stage their own game as they wished.Passing by the garden, I saw Laura and Rhett staging their own games; Laura lying atop Rhett, and Rhett wincing in pretence to be in pain over a mere skin cut.I knew at once that it was Rhett playing Laura.What do you expect from a man who lost his fiancé?There is no one to warm his bed, and he has to find one, and, who else would be in his choicest list if not the beautiful friend of his demised fiancé?Laura had a skin that looked like heaven, a smile that is as alluring as the glare of the moon, and any man who sets an eye on her would desire her in the next minute.I remember being tempted to shoot a shot at her, but remembering that I would be making the greatest mistake of my life, I shunned the desire not to go that mad.But the truth is, I didn’t dare because I fear