Revolt by nightfall

by Dexter F. I. Joseph “They kill us like we on our own aren’t living creatures! Like we have no right to live! Well, that time is long past! Tonight we shall show them our…

In Your Name

by Dexter F. I. Joseph Merije walked into the house scuffling, desperately searching for the couch to fall into. The softness of the seat further made his back ache and his muscles tensed. He was…


by Dexter F. I. Joseph The dead baby is back in the mirror. Wrapped in blood, it has an alluring smirk on its face. Its arm, an incomplete limb, rests on the reflective mirror hung…

Rogue Piece

Prologue Dr. Chime Akure, the lead scientist for the cloning program on Eon. May 12th, 2051 The Q9 changes everything we know about eugenics and human biology. Everything. With this DNA altering agent, there is…

Ever Seen

by Dexter F. I. Joseph

Isolated under the embrace of leaves and stems, a young girl lay on the floor, cuddled by the earth and as though in deep, terrifying slumber, her eyes stayed squeezed shut as was her gnashing teeth. Her clothes were worn out, shredded on various parts, and soiled with dirt. Her hair was the dome of slovenliness, long, twisted into each other and with an unusual dirty but silver colour.

60 Sides of Pain

by Dexter Joseph

“My name is Jonathan N’ike, or better yet, Jonathan Ndubuisi,”he spoke through gritted teeth, eyes on Maazi Ibe. Once he sensed the confusion from those before him, his gaze and finger turned to Ikemefula. “I’m his son.”

The Room

by Dexter Joseph

With jittery hands and a petrified heart thumping as would a panting deer’s, you reach over and pick the knife which lies just next to you, bloodied wine-red even to its handle. You stare at it, your sight doesn’t catch glimpse of its smooth but now wet edges because your hands can’t stay still.


by Dexter Joseph

Taking a sit, hands up my face and tears storming into them, I cry for lots of reasons. The deceit we’d just experienced, the sincerity in both our hearts for it, the honesty in my suggestion for all this, the hope I had, that I’d also instilled in him. The blame I got for trying to do something which would have helped him, and our home, had it not been a fraud. I cry, cursing underneath by breath those who’d done this to me, to us.


by Dexter Joseph

You are a lover, a peter, the best thing your partner or any other which comes your way in the future, should fate be a bitch with the first, would ever come close to owning. Given, and with true facts, perfection is a long mile away from you, but deep within the cores of your red pumping engine of a large yet frail heart you know yourself, the length you’d willingly go to be the best for yourself and those around you.

City of Bones

by Dexter Joseph

We all walked noiselessly along the long dark hallway, only for a second, until Michael stepped on something which made a crushing sound. It was a bone. Everything was made of bone: the walls, the markings on them, and the broken statues standing around the entire building. We had walked through the building for more than an hour, fearful, tired, but alert, our eyes heavy but sleep keeping a distance away from all fifteen of us. We had come to this new world excitedly, but right now, no sense of ebullience or thrill filled my nostrils or those of my colleagues. Just sweat, dirt, fear and more fear.

Nighter Scrolls (Agha Arụsị)

by Dexter Joseph

[1] On Afọ, the day men counted third in all the four market days, there really were no much men left to be seen.
[2] On Afọ, nothing was as it seemed: the clouds ruptured in flashes of lightning and a rainstorm moaned eminently. The skies hated the living with darkness, and barked yells of thunder and lightning down the earth.


by Dexter Joseph

To consciousness a boy awoke, a groan muttered off his lips. He rose wearily to his feet, muscles laced with nothing more than excruciating pain. He stared around, and in the largeness of the landmass on which he stood were burnt houses, dead cattle, and animals, large and small alike. All around him also, regardless of where his eyes moved and fell on, lay dead bodies of men, women and children. Nothing lived

The Plan Suddenly Made Sense

by Dexter Joseph

I sit over the table facing my miserable looking, unsober friend, drinking his life to waste, what’s left of it anyway. His skin now is darker, his eyes swollen from all the crying. Never have I seen a sorry-looking creature all my life, all because of a woman. And here I am feeling bad because I’d thought she was quite smart and dead gorgeous.

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