WOMAN'S SWEET POISON

Splash ! of water. Several horses clutter across the river crossing in pursuit of dying dark order, ambushing the attention of Christine. Flames of fire danced backwards from the pressure of the wind. Her muscle and tussle become restless. Her euphoria was incarnated by anxiety. She was bewildered by the actions to take. If it too runs where to? On the west stood a labyrinth that connected the whole village. If it to climb the tree she was incapable due to its slipperiness and flimsy branches. The tress served as are ethic of beauty to the serene. Full red flowers that wafted their inventible scent for anything that clanged to the atmosphere around it. This was the first flower gifted to her by Adrian. Christine was sure of the Mark Slater’s soldiers convulsing capability due to the extended hand of order. As they draw closer to her, pallid complexion entangled her light complexion face. It was an appealing duty to any male to notice at her young age. She could not hold it any long

A child flung the door of his hut open. Rubs his eyes, still feeling dizzy. Collects firewood from a fireplace at the corner of the hut. Blows the air to make the amber part of the firewood produce a flame. He becomes consistent for a moment but it does not light up. Ashes are lubricated on his face as he tried to blub his eyes with his hand due effect of the smoke that profusely filled the hut making his eyes watery. He swings the firewood severally until a spark of flame contours over the firewood. He smiled.He staggers out of the hut with his chest bare. He was very sure, he was lazy. He never attended the morning rituals at Kamano. Kamano was situated between river Thiita and Thuura. A ridge that Mugwe rested upon his death. This was the ridge he communicated a message from. Just before the ridge of Kamano, another ridge hindered it from river Thiita. They just boarded. The ridge was Njiru, from its shade of black that towered the land of Ura from the west. Two burning arrows m

Christine regains her consciousness gradually. She could feel the hopeless state in her body. The restlessness in every joint. A severe backache that harnessed her ability to control mobility. She felt strangled to death on her neck. She hardly had a breath nor a joule to propel raising her head. Glad her brain would access every sense. The death tolled her life and gave her some time to repent if she had to do. She tried to scream but only opened her mouth, she could master to. Her body was in a numb state. It would take decades to lift her legs though she could feel they were spread apart. Her hands and eyelids were too heavy for her. Only tears welled out of her eyes soaking her ears for she lay on her back.Her hope had been killed. Her life had been dismantled and now she lay like a stormed building. Her chance of life survival depended on the creator just as a stormed house depended on the radioactive energy of the bomb. Christine's revival of her memory contemplated her situati

Out of bed, Christine was relieved of another chance and set a pace to face the world. She sighs! Ariana wriggled from one side to another on the floor due to surging pain in her waist. She merely had a breath. Her eyes dilated and only configured an obscure."Save me!" At least she mustered on the energy to mumble the words. During all these scenes, Christine watched bewildered by her current situation that she couldn't be swift enough to help Ariana. A friend in need is a friend indeed.Her body had lost a lot of weight. She could feel her stomach harnessed by hunger. She yawned frequently renouncing the urgency of having a chunk of food in her gut. Despite her land being poor, she had never had a yawn hunger. It seemed to her of a long period of unconsciousness. Her visage always had a rhythmical impact on her heart as it pounded on her chest slowly pushing the little blood into the capillaries of her eyes. She was at loose end. She could feel she was of no help to Ariana. The abil

The sun spread its evening rays into the vast land of Ura. Concrete contortions of dark shades surfed the land from a view, it was just retaliating. The fallen land. A land that was not silent as grave but composed of chirps of birds as themselves a hostage in the land. The birds that even made congregations and were once contented with chunks of food, they dispatched in acrobatic dimensions to ease the boredom of the land and colour it. A remedy of fish as prey was never abandoned. Some white birds sunk deep into the colourless water though it had accumulative pigments of bilirubin on some parts of the river. Though the water glistened under the captivity of the sun rays as it flowed ceaselessly along the riverbeds, it held back a secret. A secret that it never exposed but confined to its curves and edges. The riverbeds were so much greener than before hampering a coverage of a secret that would distort the face of the world.Every step they heaved, brought the land of Ura into a ca