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The blood moon rose like an omen, swollen and red, casting a harsh glow through the thin curtains of Thelma’s home. The children were asleep, or so she believed, but the silence in the house was not peaceful. It was thick with tension—as though even the walls held their breath.Thelma stood before the mirror, no longer flinching at what stared back. Her eyes now carried the glow of embers, faint but steady, like a coal that refused to die. Her skin, once soft and bronze, had developed scale-like textures along her shoulder blades. It itched where wings longed to sprout.She whispered to her reflection, “Tonight, the tale changes.”Downstairs, a door creaked.She turned sharply.It was Saint. Awake again. Watching her.“Momma,” he said, “someone is here.”The knock came before she could speak. Slow. Measured. Deliberate.Thelma stepped away from Saint and descended the stairs. Her heartbeat no longer raced in moments like these. It slowed. It focused.She opened the door.A woman stood
The moon was full the night Thelma dreamt of blood.It was the kind of night where everything whispered. The air seemed to carry secrets and the trees danced to a wind that had no rhythm. Thelma lay still in bed, Saint curled beside her, his tiny hands tucked beneath his cheek. The cold of Britain did not reach her; her dreams were warmer, yet not comforting. They were too alive. Too loud.She saw flames. Not just fire, but blue fire, licking the skies like it had a mind of its own. And in its heart, a dragon—not just any, but one with scales that shimmered like obsidian and eyes that carried her reflection.She stood barefoot in the sand of a blood-soaked field, her hands covered in ashes and claw marks. Screams echoed around her, but none were from her lips. Her mouth was sealed by some ancient vow she had forgotten, yet her body remembered every syllable.Then it came—the shadow figure.She had seen him once before. In another dream. Or was it in the eyes of Alex, the preacher? Or
The moon was full the night Thelma dreamt of blood.It was the kind of night where everything whispered. The air seemed to carry secrets and the trees danced to a wind that had no rhythm. Thelma lay still in bed, Saint curled beside her, his tiny hands tucked beneath his cheek. The cold of Britain did not reach her; her dreams were warmer, yet not comforting. They were too alive. Too loud.She saw flames. Not just fire, but blue fire, licking the skies like it had a mind of its own. And in its heart, a dragon—not just any, but one with scales that shimmered like obsidian and eyes that carried her reflection.She stood barefoot in the sand of a blood-soaked field, her hands covered in ashes and claw marks. Screams echoed around her, but none were from her lips. Her mouth was sealed by some ancient vow she had forgotten, yet her body remembered every syllable.Then it came—the shadow figure.She had seen him once before. In another dream. Or was it in the eyes of Alex, the preacher? Or
I found myself creeping in the lab room where the general was keeping the rest of the army, these were humans of my kind whom have been captured during the transportation into the new world where they had lied to us was a paradise where they lived and where our greater God lived. I had all had these things they said about paradise in our head and that all we could think of was to be there someday to see with our own eyes before the cold hands of death laid upon us, but from a first hand account I am telling you these people are no good. They had lied to us all along about promising future somewhere over board when we reached our destination, but unknown to us that we were never going to reach our destination any day from now. From a first hand account I could tell you that this people from the over seas were no good kinds, they had taken us to be what we never knew that we would become. Now we were slaves to them and they were masters to my kinds.The lights in the lab room was turned
I was in the middle of nowhere when her voice brought me back to my consciousness and immediately I was conscious I was not seeing the dark smoke again. She was carrying a large saucer plate containing sea food just the usual we have been feeding from the day one on our departure from our land in Africa into the Atlantic. The content of the saucer was steaming up with little smoke into the thin air, I perceived with great pleasure enthusiastically awaited her to usher me to feast on the offering she had brought from where ever in the part of the ship these foods were being prepared. I was feeling hungry and craving for anything that is edible to ease the stomach from ache and crumbing with an angry spoon to scoop out anger and aggression you had not known was hidden in your body, this left my body desiring for the feast to take place without a haste of any kind. My mouth this time was salivating, getting the tongue sidelines and it’s edge wet and mild for intake and at that moment I c
“I was in the apocalypse Cortex, I saw everything that happened. Your general or who ever that is behind this should be stopped. I had seen this people eating themselves alive, they were turned into white walkers, they were alive but dead, feeding on humans and sucking up their bloods, this is no good Cortex believe me when I tell you.” I said to her.“I believe you Thelma.” she responded. “Now what else… did you see?” she asked slowly this time.I looked at her…and said to her. “After the apocalypse, I saw a man he was much more of their kind, handsome and good man…”“There are no good man, Thelma.” she cuts in.I had thoughts about my lover Afamefuna, he was a good and love able man, the father of my son, no he was indeed a good man.“No there is, but he is not here.” I opposed.“Even if there was, we are now friends Thelma, believe me too. There is no good man. The general is a man, he is no good, don’t you think so?” she smiled at me saying. “Hmm Thelma, where is this man you talk
“You need to tell me everything that I need to know… now” I said to her.“What is it that you want me to tell you?” she asked.“Do not reply me with a question. Don’t you understand that as well?” I thundered at her.“I understand everything that you say, Thelma.” she said politely. Her sense of respec
“Besides going invisible do you see visions as well?” My half sister asked.“See visions? I don’t know yet but I think sometimes I see things begin to happen but I believe those are thoughts from my imagination.” I responded.“Since you are yet to discover who you are I can be of great help to you if
“Twenty years ago the government had came to our land in Africa to exploit our homes and take away many people of our kinds and had sequentially diagonized all of us of our different abilities. I was taken as a child, they killed my mother so that they can have me alive. And here I am working for
The night went deeply quite as the entire cabin went dark and hollow in the middle of silent night, I could not help with the snoring I heard and that discomforted me from my usual sleep that day. I could see some leaning on the wall of the cabin, these were the souls of the kinds whom seek to go ba