Tag: Death

On This Side Where It Is Cold

by Orhemba Mhembeuter Jeremiah

You inhaled deeply. Because you believe in the idea of a fated soul mate, you have scoured almost everything online about love. Each essay repeats the same thing, encourages you to get out if you truly want to find love. So here you are, like every other preceding evening, resolutely latching onto hopes that your soul mate will walk up to you—out of the blues.

Thorn

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

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