Emrys Ijaola
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I wear many caps. Writer, economist, researcher, entrepreneur, father. I love creative and positive expressions of the mind in any form - Art, Music, Visuals, Inventions...
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The Inheritance
At last, Sarabella sighted the rooftop of the old house, as she climbed up the dense foliage of the mound behind the little village. She had taken the old path to avoid contact with the village folks. She steeled her heart against the bile welling up in her stomach, threatening to relive her pains in this shithole she once called home. Clearing the mound's climb, she slung her duffel bag over her right shoulder and walked steadily towards the house standing in lonesome abandonment in the middle of the four acres that was her father's farmland. It looked more like just land than farm. Thick overgrown grass and shrubs overwhelmed the crops. Here and there, one could see parts of broken farm equipment jut out over the weeds. Halfway between the edge of the farm and the house, Sarabella paused to take in the view of the storey-ed farmhouse, where she spent the first thirteen years of her life. There weren't many pleasant memories to pick from. She tightened her hold on her rather light bag as she made her way to the house. Hers was going to be a very short visit.
By Emrys Ijaola5 years ago in Fiction
After The Wars
He could get used to this! Sleeping in a real room and waking on a soft bed. Aleon stretched his limbs lazily as he gets his six-foot-four-inch bulk out of bed. His room is twenty-two floors up from the streets of Levita-17, one of the twenty-two sky-cities in the stratosphere of what remained of Earth. The floating structures were first designed and deployed as military installations to shoot interplanetary ballistic missiles into space, during World War 4. Unfortunately, nobody thought to use them as second level defense systems to support the satellite shields. The weapons of the Marsenes proved more powerful, and took out almost seventy-eight percent of Earth’s population – and about a quarter of the Moon! Now, if the rays of the Sun leak through the dense debris in space, you can see the chipped Moon in orbit, like a worn battle-shield of some ancient warrior, and a large chunk of its dismembered part floating after it some miles away as though it was trying to play catch-up. A nuke from Mars did that! Scientists say it was a miracle that the Moon did not fall out of its orbital circuit.
By Emrys Ijaola5 years ago in Fiction
