THE 8TH FALL – IV

Continued from last week…

She moved to the window and slightly drew the blinds sideways. She intently stared outside, her face gently pressed against the window pane in hopeful squeeze, as if trying to pick out a needle from the ocean.

The moment seemed to last forever. It was as if time had come to a standstill. The rapid throb of her heartbeat seemed to echo across the room, saturating it with great anticipation. She felt a warm sensation sweep over her heart as she stood there, all care decisively arrested. “But why? Why now?!” She muttered to herself in strong curiosity.

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25/01/2022

THE 8TH FALL – III

Continued from last week…

She slowly paced across the room, a glass of water firmly at hand, her eyes pensively staring at the walls. She took a deep breath, shaking her head curiously as she made her way to the living room. Bemused, she switched on the light and for no apparent reason moved straight to the lone portrait sited at the bookshelf at the far-right hand corner of the room. That memorable evening at the dance floor with her dad on her sixteenth birthday was forever etched on her mind. Her heart began to race with emotion as she reminisced.

The memory of this evening had a permanent imprint in her heart of hearts.

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17/01/2022

THE 8TH FALL – II

Continued from last week…

He looked up and saw a man standing in front of him with a drawn sword in his hand. The gladiator went up to him and asked, “Are you for us or for our enemies?”

Suddenly there appeared numerous chariots of fire, too numerous to count, securely surrounding the city. Flames of fire gushed through the eyes of the riding armies: A scene to behold! In an unprecedented display of might, an array of non-conventional tools of warfare fortified the perimeters of the city walls. Jericho was under siege and she knew it not. The calm before the storm descended upon her inhabitants and they were way too oblivious of it.

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10/01/2022

THE 8TH FALL – I

The scene in the throne room was dense with tension as Sleek the Intricate, livid than ever, went through his charge sheet in meticulous detail. Lines were drawn in a spirited battle royal. He gestured wildly, his face a montage of animated expression as he pressed in. Accusations against the Royal Apple rose like a monumental skyscraper way into the outer space. There was no letup in the Sleek’s push. A heavy darkness engulfed the ends of the earth, its central power grid rattled to the core, the hosts at the nerve centre following the unfolding proceedings intently.

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03/01/2022

IT WENTETH

Year

it has been

Minutes flash past

Hours scrolling through

Drawing the curtains down

In definitive applause highlighting `

Moments and scenes flood in gratitude memoir

Glorious retinue overwhelming with nostalgia eventful

Bidding farewell to the year that curiously came and wenteth

Hope-filled three sixty plus five that united all at the universal colour of resilience

27/12/2021

HER FIRST LULLABY

Moment

That drenched

With nostalgia indescribable

Heartfelt chords overflowed with wonder

Hope-filled throb thrilling soul with joyful glow

Mary broke with merry at her first lullaby magnificent

Ceaseless praise rising gloriously from heart’s fountain

Joy and goodwill to all men in divine fashion unveiling ever-after

New beginnings unfold in awe-striking spectacle lighting up the peoples

20/12/2021

The Epitome

There was a major stir within the royal courts as the flamboyant contingent of luminaries blazed through for the 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 already rife within the […]
The Epitome