CLOCK FIVE: THE ORDER OF EIGHT Millions and thousands of suspending huts, it’s very earth, was red white the golden colored clouds it had no sun or moon, as strange birds of enormous size travelled the Air, Colorful butterflies served as Town criers. The clouds served as the Realms entire TV station, as it sometimes … More CLOCK FIVE: CLOCKWORK SHRINE:THE TIME WALKERS
CLOCK FOUR: FATE OF THE NEW TIME WALKER The young lad wore White Beckingstock sandals, black socks, black skinny pants, a black round neck shirt, with white sleeves hood. He wore his new eye glasses to conceal his strange right eye. Berima trailed on the rough road as usual to school, it was a Saturday … More CLOCK FOUR: CLOCKWORK SHRINE: THE TIME WALKERS
CLOCK THREE: EDA It was a Friday night and the night had grown Soo cold, it was the last day of the year, and the hamatthan grew much more serious than ever. Berima sat on his bed unable to sleep, his eye thing had come again and he was seriously under stress. It was quite … More CLOCK THREE: CLOCKWORK SHRINE: THE TIME WALKERS
CLOCK TWO: ABAM This was the seventh day of Berima and Aranaa’s punishment, and students gossiped all over that the two were dating, since they were often seen together weeding the Field and walking home. Berima thrust his hands in his Short, school shorts with his one-hand bag stripped around his shoulder as he walked … More CLOCK TWO: CLOCKWORK SHRINE: THE TIME WALKERS
CLOCK ONE: ARANAA The hot sun blazed upon his Frizzy hair, sweat creeping down his face, as it soaked his entire uniform, he unbuttoned his Collar in order to make fresh air cool down his body. The Cutlass gripped by his right hand as he used his thumb to clear the sweat from his forehead. … More CLOCK ONE: CLOCKWORK SHRINE: THE TIME WALKERS
PROLOGUE: THE OPAL COLORED EYE. Everything was on fire, everything was crushed to the ground, burnt cars, dead bodies as if the earth was struck by a powerful meteor. The atmosphere smelled of death, and fear, was this perhaps the end of humanity?? I asked myself, as I walked on the crushed buildings, both tall … More CLOCKWORK SHRINE: THE TIME WALKERS
How do you make the best out of the worst? Guess! “Lemonade from lemons” That’s what they say. But who provides the needed equipments. Anticipating outcomes Hoping we lose few and win more. Our competition is ourselfs; Our strengths, mentality, wants and needs. Death is a stage Once you get there you can neither make … More Progression
Painkillers do not kill the pain Only leads not to the path of sane From a killer to an addict, who do I blame The pain reaches so deep like roots These urges and craving I give in to Just one more to curb this pain Addicted to the pain I can’t lose this pain … More OVERDOSE
Saturday 4:30pm The lights had been off the whole afternoon, my phone’s battery died out about an hour ago, so I was sitting outside, in front of my house on a long wooden bench with a friend, Fred. We were just talking about his trip to Accra in the coming days. “So when are you … More A Stranger In Kumasi – Part II
It’s often hard to open up to the max Because offlate sincerity comes at a cost; Often overpriced. The anchor that holds solidarity and loyalty I believe is trust. If I asked you to fully open up to me as a friend ; No pretense, Tell me something that you think might offend me or … More Tell me something…
A true friend or a real friend, A good friend or a best friend; Where do you fall? Very few friends are honest friends. You might just be a mirror to whoever you call “friend”. Each and everyday Appreciate those who make you glee. Happiness is a practice It’s not something you achieve and then … More Menace
I was wrong about myself Giving myself another shot at love was impossible I didn’t love myself, why would anyone love me? I mean, I mean that’s what I thought I had always imagined Until you came to my ward, then everything changed What we have is not ordinary Our story, our love story I … More Till Death Do Us Part
Trick or treat Trust or loyalty Dreams or realities Hope or fantasy Emotions or intelligence Deduct or adapt Always create your own path. Making people smile should be involuntary. You know salt and sugar makes delicacies tasty, yet we often don’t combine both. Salt or sugar; Be a masterpiece of your own. Mistakes are costly … More End Game.
Knee deep in my thoughts Wandering what actually went wrong. Reality normally knocks Yet im too stubborn to open the doors. You made it easy for me to be ridiculed. Heart broken and im left to assemble it. In my mind; I’m alone. Was I out of my mind to call you my own? Was … More The End.
Shooting your shot has never been easy, it demands you put aside your pride and tell the one you really like, how you feel, the drawback is, your feelings might not be mutual 💔 There’s no formula for shooting your shot, you just have to be creative and cross your fingers. A reader drew inspiration … More He shot his shot