Fictions by Ima.

FIVE YEARS GONE Her night was restless, she was sweaty and her tongue was dry. She was not unfamiliar with this feeling but she doubted that her guess could be correct. She went to see the doctor the next day and he told her she needed to rest more and stop stressing. She did as he suggested and for the next few days, she slept fine until it was her birthday night.  She heard the mumblings again, this time, they were more than mumblings, they were clearer. They wanted his daughter. The newly born baby girl that is fatherless was now their new fancy and they wanted her, she would please them. She couldn’t understand what they were asking her to do. And why were there so many voices now? She first only heard her baby sister’s voice and now it seemed like they were a legion of voices. Was her pious act of killing the man who strangled her baby sister in a feat of sexual rage not what her sister had wanted? Was it even her sister that asked her to cut off the head of the...

She stood at the door frozen from what she saw. She didn’t mean to see what she saw, she didn’t mean to walk in unannounced, and she didn’t even know what she was doing there. He didn’t see her, none of them did. It didn’t matter that they didn’t see her, the fact that she saw them… him, was enough. She didn’t have to see him.                                         * She grew up like any other child. She played in the sand, made drawings, sang and danced to her favourite songs, played a little mischief but something was missing. Though no one noticed it, something was definitely missing.                                 ...

“ …There’s a crack in my ceiling and from there the rain pours.  Every time I try to fix it, it only goes worse. There’s a crack in my ceiling and from there I recall, The first time I saw it when from my eyes tears did fall.” This poem had become the story of his life and it went back to when he was seven. His name was Johnny. Pure and sweet his heart had been before the maid and his uncle drained out the purity from him.  Only a little boy was he, but the maid had her way with him. She swore she’d buy him candies if only he’d keep her secret with him. Only a little boy was he when his uncle had his many ways with him. He swore he’d kill him if he’d say as little as a hmmm. His daddy had no idea for he was too busy to even read the unwritten that Johnny wrote. His mother would never have guessed for she trusted her brother and the maid whom she did dote. This is the story of Johnny, a boy who had but one need. He hoped, prayed, wished to be heard, spared and n...

" You are a good man Mr Benson " the elderly man intoned as he shook his hands vigorously smiling to the camera.. The words echoed in Tom's head as he gave a wry laugh muttering under muffled tone  "I am the worse there is." Its been 12yrs since he started his philanthropic works after inheriting a staggering amount of wealth from his oil magnate mother who had passed on and left her legacy for him, he picked up like she was guiding his business decisions from the other side, he was indeed the son of his mother. Tom met Clara in a farmers market and the two kicked off like they were meant to be. It was a few days to the eve of thier private wedding at the Bahamas when they got robbed and Clara's purse containing thier passports was taken. Rushing to the embassy panicking they met Joy who was about closing for the day, she was barely six months old in the embassy. " Please help us the couple begged, our wedding is in 3 days time and we have just be...

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It was now Amiya's turn and with one breath she asked for death. The band were amazed, they seemed to have met someone who asked for death for the first time in all their killings. The man with the sword smiled wryly at her and asked her to get up but she refused, she was determined to end all her night mares today. She shut her eyes and screamed "kill me now!" but there was no action, no response, no blood, and no death. They had all gone, none was left. She was speechless. Everything seemed to have happened in a flash. Or did she shut her eyes for a long time? She rubbed her eyes with her hands and realised that she was in her bedroom. The ceiling stared back at her and her little son played in the corner. She didn't understand what was going on so she called her son to find out how long she had slept. He told her that she had been asleep for a short while but that she had been very restless. It was dinner time and as they sat down to eat, her husband informed he...

Amiya felt untold horror when her husband fell to the ground. He looked dead. His whole body was up in flames and soon she would be. Just then, she recalled her last death scene, this was no joke, this time it was real; she was dying for real this time, she could feel the flames eating into her skin and her hair, the pain was unimaginable, she felt all of it. She too was now on the floor engulfed by thick flames and smoke. Their once peaceful home that held pleasant but now burning memories tore apart and caved in on them. She jolted to reality and almost fell off her rocking chair. She looked around her and saw Goose bumps all over her body. She felt sick, she must have been really ill to have been having night mares in the day time. It wasn't funny anymore and she was determined to do something about it so she got up and made her way to the temple: the place of worship and prayers, the place of succour and spiritual guidance. She knelt down to do her ritual, she knelt down to ...

When she came to, she couldn't believe her eyes. She wasn't lying on the ground in the pool of her own blood anymore and neither was her stomach slashed open to the world,  she was her complete self. She couldn't believe it but it was real. She was delighted to be alive again and couldn't wait to tell her husband all about what she called a bad dream so she hastened to make her way to her home where she knew she would find her husband. When she got home, she found him seated on his favourite chair reading the GREAT BOOK. The GREAT BOOK was the book handed down from their ancestors to them. It guided their way of life while they remained on earth. It contained the foundation of their values, faith and creed. Losing the book would be a grave wrong and denying or denouncing the principles contained in the book would be a great error. The book held beautiful promises for those who chose to follow its principles, it provided hope for them. He looked up at her as she wen...

She was running.  She took short quick breaths as she tried to make her way to safety. Big drops of sweat ran faster than she did down her face and rested on her blouse. She was not sure about what was going on but her instincts told her to run and run she did. She knew she heard screams behind her: a mother seemed to be pleading for the lives of her children and hers as well. The screams were so loud that Amiya could hear it as she ran. Something happened and the screams were gone. Amiya couldn't hear the children crying anymore, everything was silent. Could it have ended already? She stopped in her tracks and turned to look behind her. What she saw raised the hairs on the back of her neck. Her eyes became watery and her vision blurred. She wiped her eyes with her palm but it didn't do much good. She knelt on the ground for her knees were weak. She couldn't believe what she had just seen: the mother and children all lay on the ground with their bodies dismembered. As...

Words could not express how angry she was at him. “How dare he throw all those religious balderdash with her name on it? What gave him the right to violate her and her name? ” she spoke loudly as she stormed out of the camp site. Ten years later, she was still unmarried but very successful. She had gotten into real estate and construction business and had made a name for herself. She only knew that the events of that day drove her into doing everything possible to prove to herself and her dead annoying husband that she did not need anyone, not some mystical supernatural being sitting in the cloud and certainly not him. She channeled all her animosity for him and the note into pure unbridled hard work and here she was the CEO of her own real estate and Construction Company. Even though she bore a truck load of grudges at her husband, she never stopped missing him and wishing she could have changed what happened that day. She never threw out any of his stuff. She kept them...

The note read... “…that she would finally realize that You’ve been the one behind her, guiding and keeping her. That she’d know that it was You who brought us together, that it was You who first fell in love with her and accepted ever before I ever knew her name. Help her know that it was You who told me to open my eyes to see her that night at the camp site. It was You who helped me love her despite that she hadn’t accepted You. Help her know that it was You, it’s been You and it’ll always be You who loves her even more than I ever can. May she find the peace she has been searching for in You.” She was mad at him. Mad to the moon. He knew that she was never ever interested in all that. She crumpled the piece of paper in her hand, found her pen knife, turned to the back of the cross so the security guards on patrol wouldn’t see what she was about to do. Behind the cross, she stumbled and almost fell when she held onto the cross. When she steadied herself, she let go of the cross...

Photo credit: www.pintrest.com So... From yesterday... She pleaded with the camp security to let her into the stretch of land that once was a Christian student’s camp site. It was nothing but fate that summer because if it were left to her and not her parents, she would never have been there that day. But she was there and even though she knew that her parents wanted to punish her for sneaking out to a party without their permission, she found him. He was the only good thing that came out of those 10 days, the only good thing she had held on to all these years. And now that he was gone, there was nothing left. She was wearing his jacket when she stumbled up the Hill; she had taken out of the pile of his most precious belongings which she had kept after his death, she hadn’t touched them till today, she hadn’t even cried, she was never going to. It was at the Hill that she first saw him. He was beautiful. Something about him called out to her. All eyes were closed and ever...

Photo credit: Pinetrest  The afternoon was hot and the sun was scorching. Life was becoming more and more unattractive to her. Once or twice in the past she had flirted with the thought which now became more and more appealing; what else did she have to lose after the accident which took all she had: everything in her world. The young teenager was probably messing around with his father’s car trying to drive unsupervised, they didn’t see him coming, certainly not Joe. It was a terrible head-on collision so terrible that it went on local news. The stupid teenager came out with nothing but a scratch, she came out with series of dislocated bones in her upper torso but Joe was not that lucky. She watched as the gurney wheeled away her dreams, her entire reason for existence, her love, her life. She desperately wanted to be with him, she wanted to kiss him one last time, she wanted to hold his hand, she wanted to reach out and love him one last time but she couldn’t. When the d...

She opened the door. It made a sound, a screaky sound. It unnerved her. The house was unusually quiet but then again, it was past two in the morning. She wondered why she was doing what she wa doing. This was against her better judgement but it seemed as though her body did whatever it pleased despite her minds warning to avoid the foreboding room.  She immediately stopped in her tracks as she froze over what she saw.  She blinked and it was gone. Gone as if it was never there in the first place. Gone as if she had not just seen it standing there staring back at her. Gone as if she was crazy. It was gone. She had goosebumps all over her body as her heart raced. She was exasperating very heavily. Was this going to be her end?  Relax guys, it was only a rat. She went back to bed afterwards.  Have a swell day 😊 

He was a tiny baby, so tiny that you could easily miss him. Though you could miss seeing him, you couldn’t miss hearing the sound of his loud shrill cry. Pedestrians heard his cries but when they tried to look out for any baby, they couldn’t find any.   The only person who knew exactly where he was was the street prostitute. Everyone knew her occupation, even the little children. She was the proud type so whatever anyone said to or about her never got to her; life had given her no other choice. When her mother died, she was only 13 and had no known relative all she had was the house she had lived in with her mother, some clothes and some food stuff. At that age, she had to learn to take care of herself.  A friend of hers introduced her to the trade and it had been her line of business since then till this baby. She had learnt the ropes of the business and was always meticulous with prevention of everything, especially children; they had to be no mistakes. Speaking of mi...