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Poetry

Soiled White || Poetry

by Elisha Oluyemi SOILED WHITE ||Quivering alone in the murk,Letting out pain in warm drips,While making to deliberateWhether to live or wither.The throes of that distant nightMelts into the wind's grim howl.Palpitating with terror,The weak's soul drifts into mess.Faint echoes from forced struggles,Like daggers, pierce through one's core, Impairing the mind to dregs,Eroding the soul of worth.Prudently conserved maidenheadMade relinquished by some vain brute.Memories...

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Fiction

Trials of Judas || Fiction

by Elisha Oluyemi WHAT REDEMPTION EXISTS FOR A VICTIM who murdered their saviour? Just hell! Judas clenched his teeth, his lips compressed, as he tried to force back a groan. He stuck fingers into his eardrums to stop himself from hearing the frequent yelling from the crowd: "Die now! Or save yourself! You're the son of God! Come down the cross! You die!...

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Poetry

We Turned Humans || Poetry

by Elisha Oluyemitell it on the hills and peaks / what has made the crackers crack the night / what has caused the birds to chirp a tune / what has chiselled a smile up our facesup till four hours and two the other night / it reeked of burning / of tempests and of / darker shades of red and grey which...

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Writing

When Your Best Is Ugly || Writing Advice

IMPERFECTION REMAINS AN INHERENT trait of man, and it reflects in diverse areas of his interest. Sometimes it's realised through a personal perspective, sometimes through some outsider's assessment. In many cases, what a certain outsider tag perfect is condemned by another. And one is left questioning the real nature of their results.     You stumble on a story idea and begin to piece things...

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Editorial

Download Issue One: Tempest🔥

Kindly click here to download our maiden issue, themed "TEMPEST". Kindly click here to download our maiden issue, themed "TEMPEST". ...

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Blog

Human: Writer's Treasure Chest || by Elisha Oluyemi

"Look around. Stories. Everything. They're about us. They're in us. We're in them... And we are them. Stories."                                                           â€”LishaA friend told me about how she's beginning to see practically everything around her as potentials for...

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Opportunities

SUBMISSIONS OPEN: PROFWIC Anthology Vol 1

PROLIFIC FICTION WRITERS COMMUNITY (PROFWIC) is on the lookout for short crime stories to be published in its PROFWIC Anthology Vol 1 to be published this year.Theme: Femme FataleStories should be: Crime fictionFeaturing a female antagonistAvoid ‘It’s just a dream’ trope stories.Of length 3000 to 5000 word countDo you have what it takes to write such stories?Spaces are limited.Stories will be published in a...

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Blog

When Your Best Is Ugly

by Elisha OluyemiImperfection remains an inherent trait of man, and it reflects in diverse areas of his interest. Sometimes it's realised through a personal perspective, sometimes through some outsider's assessment. In many cases, what a certain outsider tag perfect is condemned by another. And one is left questioning the real nature of their results.You stumble on a story idea and begin to piece things together....

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Poetry

Complexion of Errors

COMPLEXION OF ERRORS || Delusion —Eris' memento;A thousand crazed vipers.A man's brain —Pandora's box of bane;A hub of evil thoughtsMortal world —A grimy testing siteWhere discord runs amokMummified deities;Stained enduring teachings —Taproots of distortionTime sails on,Wars soaking up seasons,And the clock keeps on ticking._______—Written by Elisha Oluyemi(Originally published by UpWrite Mag.) ...

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Poetry

Farewell, Oh Plague

Farewell, Oh Plague________Fell in some unconscious revelWith all my senses quite feeble.But I was roused up to discoverThat some virus paused the world. T'will fade away in no time—Just some vainly uttered oracle.For months passed in a while,And weeks just drifted by.I looked and observed through my lens;The world was shrouded in silence.And my ears were keenly openedTo eerie cries and theories spread.Natural cause...

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