"But our striving amount to nought,be you literate, illiterate, pious or heathen;and maybe this is true, or maybe not,yet it seems like this life was already written."~ Ndifreke Efiok Akpan ~ Creative Writer.
Suicide, Her Only Hope
**** Sitting on the cold bench, she was traumatized; Her hair looked wrenched, as her thoughts dramatized. **** The emotional torture and rape, and many heinous misdeeds; Inner turmoil, darkness and rage, her daily companion indeed. **** The doors of her world were closed. To whom will she tell? That her persecutions were an overdose, …
This Ice Is Nice
**** The heartless creature got her cornered, but she refused to beg. She asked him to dare, still hurting from the bruises between her legs, and shivering from the scare. She cried knowing she can’t be made whole. As he lunged at her shoulder to hold, she flipped the hidden knife and stabbed his …