Continuing from last week’s story found HERE……. A shot rang out in the corridor at the exact same time the bullet hit my chest, knocking me into the wall. The guards spilled out at once, rushing towards the sound of the blast, leaving me spread-eagled on the marble floor. Seconds later came the distant spitting... Read More

by Anthony Othuke Ominiabohs I stood before the firing squad. Death raced towards me in the form of a bullet, arched in a projectile I could not distort. For I had many more guns trained at me. I could swear I saw the bullet leap out of its secure chamber, past an accompanying cloud of smoke.... Read More