Poem: His Ultimate Sacrifice

The story is that he died!  That he wore no fancy clothes And had no cool abode Which everyone wanted to visit or could dream of living. They said he went on foot and said he owned everything He touched any or everyone- even the diseased. That he pleaded for water to drink while claiming... Continue Reading →

Story: The Diner by Arinzechukwu @Nofstnme

        Senator Zahir sank comfortably in his favorite chair- a butter color cushion that sat facing the wide-screen television that hung on the wall. He was a craggy but handsome looking man with a dandyish mustache. Sitting in that position Senator Zahir looked like he was fast asleep, but his eyes were... Continue Reading →

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