‘One man down. I repeat one man down. Requesting backup.’
From my sitting position, my back reclined on the kitchen counter acting as a makeshift cover, I stared at my partner, Sergeant Musa. His lifeless body laid spread-eagled on the floor, the blood seeping from his temple had began to morph into a bizarre halo around his head. Even in death Continue reading →
People get killed by drunks everyday across the globe. But you died young and people don’t like that. Your grandma who had died of stroke was bitter when she saw you. She was crying, she couldn’t look at you – with your head that had become a big mass of squashed bone and flesh. The dead don’t bleed.
They sauntered into the gloom of the desert cave. The blood splatters on the ground made him caress the dagger by his side. Whatever valuable this strange man had found, it certainly wasn’t worth Musa’s life. They found the box with the tarpaulin cover.
“Blue or red wire?” I said into my com, the camera fixated on the explosive on the floor before me, transmitting the live images to Police HQ. The digital screen attached to the bomb glowed, the timer reduced as seconds ticked away. 40 seconds left.
I stood outside Mike’s house, the cold harmattan air caressing my tear stained face. I was heartbroken. I had snuck out of the house, against my father’s “I don’t want to see your legs outside” to Mike’s house because I wanted to give him a little Christmas surprise.
I had gotten the surprise instead when I let myself into his house. I walked into Continue reading →
Chisom staggers out of her house, almost falls and then grips the railing on her verandah.
Her head is swirling, thoughts jostling each other in her head, full of red stains and broken flesh and the vivid images throw a hook down into her stomach and try to pull up bile. She retches and clamps a hand over her mouth, careful not to look back at the door she has left open behind her, frantic to find something to anchor her to the moment. Continue reading →
On The Dark Notes, every day is dark. In 2016, we have served you with heads on plates, guts in buckets, blood bathes, even dead gods. But we have decided to make Christmas stand out in the darkness. This December, the darkness will climax as we prepare to unleash uncensored horror on you. Continue reading →
There was no one in sight. From the hospital gate right to the wards.
“Hello” I shouted. I felt a chill as the echo returned.
Empty hospital beds, no nurses, no patients, why the hell was the hospital open. I was contemplating going to another hospital when I heard a baby’s cry. I traced the sound. Alone in the maternity ward was the most beautiful baby I’d ever seen.
I sat by the bed and sang to the baby.
Little ball of fur.
Purr Purr Purr”
I had learnt it from the ‘Big bang’ series but it was lovely enough and made the baby smile.
Two hours passed and I was still there. Engulfed in the ambience of the baby’s beauty and innocence.
Five hours passed. Six. Seven. My wife called but I didn’t pick up. Nothing else in the world was important.
Suddenly, the baby held my thumb and next thing, I was on the bed, watching a man in a black suit walk away with a grin. I couldn’t move. I tried to scream but only baby noises emanated my mouth.
I was there. Days and night. I couldn’t tell how long I waited.
One fateful day, I heard footsteps and then a “Is anybody here?” I cried out loudly immediately.
I watched a young lady walk up to me. “What a pity” I thought “This fine girl will have to be stuck here for a good while”