African Inscribed

  I absolutely lost how to react when I beheld her eyes; two calculative organs draped in enchantment potions. With outstretched arms, she called for me. She yearned for my warmth, I knew. Her body beckoned unto me, her lips craved my indulgence. Except the panties, she was completely bare.  She rested the tips of her fingers over her bosom, smiling slyly and her moves were f*ck.ing effective. I found myself standing before shredded pieces of my clothes within seconds. I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her into a sitting position and separated her knees, she moaned.  Not the regular moans. This kind sent shivers o'er my fleshes and bones. It erected and made me mad. I suddenly had no control. I plunged deep in and out in rough movements, groaning and gritting my teeth.  As much as she was enjoyable, she was too tight. Cummed in her the sixth time before surrendering. I froze. The bedspread and mattress were soaked deep in red—from pelvis to the end of my hood w...

  “Pain? Pain?” Rears his head from beneath the piles of cloth stuffed in a basket “I wanna keep hiding, Ma! I don't want the others to find me” “Come on, Pain. Be a sport, you should be self-confident. Allow nobody to suppress you. You're our King now.” He cries “I don't want to be King!! I never wanted to beeee!” Sobs “But . . . But your father is gone. Pain, he won't be home anytime soon until his resurrection. My dear husband, Depression, is gone, son.” Shaking his head “But they always want me that way. She, especially. It fuels her ego and emotional strength.” He was considerate, his mother, Anxiety, sadly thought. “But you know what's gonna happen if she doesn't express you along with your sister?” He pulls a shirt and more over until he's no longer visible “Less connection with people, emotional problems. . . You?” “She'd simply explode. So, my dear. Please allow yourself in with the others although she's using an enemy to fight and put out o...

  “He didn't leave 'cause he stopped loving me. I don't even care about him enough like he did for me, my man owned half of everything I call mine now . . . Not like I was given directly, I earned it. Though there were strings and the places he had gone to make it possible, I worked my way and accomplished. Boyy, dude was so glad about the achievement we hung out in KFC that evening!”, breaks into shoulder wrenching sobs, “I really don't see myself múrdering someone who provides everything I lacked; love, money and protection. Please believe me!!” Falling to her knees, she bent forward until the ground came in close contact with her forehead then whispered, “Believe me”. “THERESA!!”, Gregory beamed, slapping his palms hard against each-other repeatedly, “YOU ARE A FANTASTIC WOMAN. You should consider being an actress someday, y'know! AND THEY BELIEVED?!”, he roared into laughter. She slowly rose then curtsied, a wide grin spreading through, “I tipped the bank manage...

  "Why do I sense it's not your first time..." He paused, studying her intently. "You seem to have done this before. It's as if you're an expert at it." "How?" Her voice slightly faltered. Fear gripped her, worried he might uncover her secret. They had warned her that anyone could read her emotions easily, that her eyes were an open book. "Is this your first assignment?" Lloyd asked for the third time. "Not everyone would consider working in a place like this. Most people don't even know such places exist in the country." A long, tense silence hung in the air. "Who referred you?" He suddenly asked, his gaze piercing through her. She possessed the perfect figure; impeccable posture, ample hips, average height, and modestly sized breasts, he observed. "My brother," she replied, feigning gutlessness. "HA!" He exclaimed. "So, it's not your first time, then." Reluctantly, Sirana nod...

  "I heard from Lois that Marice was your sister. Um... I'm sorry for your loss." The twentieth person, and still counting, approached me, spewing the same boring line as if they were entitled and expected me to believe they actually cared, as if they were human too. "Sorry about what?" I snorted. Loss? There was no loss. Marice and I had never been close! I burst into laughter, causing some students in the hallway, mostly freshmen, to pause and stare. I glared back at them, and they quickly scurried away. We were more like neighbors. She was a stubborn and unrelatable kind of neighbor, too big to connect with others unless she needed something. We only saw each other at dinnertime and occasionally on weekends. It's not like we lived far apart; we shared the same yard, the same roof, and the same hallway that led to our rooms. Hers was directly across from mine. I remember when Mom returned with Dad, finally ending their thirteen-year separation. That was wh...

  He was seven and well above his mother's claws, he used to think. Left the house whenever he liked and returned however he wanted. When news from the headquarters of a farm his mother works at got leaked, she knew her family was in danger. Few months ago, the terrorist attacks downtown had caused public unrest, a lot of lives had been wasted so immediately day broke, she prepared the kids and within some minutes, they were ready but her oldest son was out. They waited long hours for his return but he didn't. She took the rest of her kids to The Safe Place in the next town then hurried back home before sunset for him. He was home a minute before midnight looking rough and smelling dirty.  “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”, she yelled and he cackled, walking to his room, “You know you're wasting your time asking”  “Whatever. We are leaving this place. The Landlords of these shelters in the neighborhood are terrorists. I never knew until yesterday”, she sighed, “Upon the rent we paid...

  "Soo . . . how would you like to die?," One of the Coroners requested and the rest of his colleagues paused what they had been about doing, staring at him with special eyes. "I favour my loss of life private. Like a small get-together; without hassles and too many people, I mean . . . I'd like to die in a place no one would discover it handy to understand--"  "Just like this scene and case, right?" The tall man dressed in hospital-green overalls; The Coroner, asked.  Ignoring, I continued, "I favour my loss of life to be an eye opener to all people who saw me as immortal, proud and stupid . . . maybe they'll be at ease ample or feel a tiny bit of remorse/regret on their part that whom they disliked and who was once in charge of triggering their without difficulty aggravated being, was sooner or later away from giving them the 'barf urge' forever. When I die, I favour those who would fake 'care and concern' to drop dead too. I...