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Continued from “On The Interlude.”

Old habits die hard as the saying commonly goes. Let’s just say they linger on…along a rather tricky and incredibly thin line. In a terrifying snare featuring destiny, they draw the distinction between redemption and damnation. The competing interests pitting the habitual path in relapse and the not so easily discerned pleading ray of hope constantly and in some cases subtly begging for audience determine one’s ultimate side of the coin in fulfillment. Continue Reading…


“Your name again?” He momentarily fidgeted at his seat struggling to stay composed in the face of the unusual transmission via intercom in the situation room. Continue Reading…


There was a major stir within the royal courts as the flamboyant contingent of luminaries blazed its way in a grand exit. The city was on high alert following news just in. State officials, military and intelligence chiefs were making their way to the first house for an emergency priority meeting .Word was rife within the echelons of power the Nation was at the verge of a state of emergency. Continue Reading…


Every espionage operative knows one of their most dreaded moments: The day their cover is blown off! Nothing matches the feel of this one! It’s not always easy to predict the how and when of this often inevitable spine chilling instant. It’s the complex web of multiple players and roles, compounded by an array of intrigues…one thing leading to another in a swift spiraling progression that heightens the tension, fuelling the one breathtaking enigma: The element of surprise! At the grand finale. In the face of an empty sausage shelf at the City store! Continue Reading…

Doh-Ray-Mi

19/06/2012 — 26 Comments

The spokesman walked brusquely up the wooden stair case in the wee hours of the morning brandishing his half eaten roast Tilapia. The bone framework was a vivid display of the excellence with which he was undertaking the surgery. He slumped to his seat, his eyes casually looking round the room where his friends spoke in low tones with others drifting to sleep while others still like him, the love balm and the stethoscope reflected in solitude. Continue Reading…