Thelma Ehigiamusoe
Joined March 2021
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I create because I was created
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A rush of fear fills her eyes like dense dark clouds fill the sky during a rainstorm. Amaka sees a man in her home with scarlet fluid flowing next to the sparkling, unstained white couch, her favourite. She runs to the door to check; the familiar slanted number 6 is hanging from a rusty nail. She runs to the door and checks it. How did this stranger get here? Why can I see the red-stained floor through the hole on his skull? She thought. The face, unrecognizably beaten with a bat studded with tiny pieces of razor blades and shards of glass.
By Thelma Ehigiamusoe4 years ago in Fiction
