

Mr. Death
I’ve ferried two hundred and twenty-one souls across the river of death, and I can already tell my two-hundred-and-twenty-second is going to be a real
Strange. Surreal. Shocking. Beautiful.
Strange. Surreal. Shocking. Beautiful.
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I’ve ferried two hundred and twenty-one souls across the river of death, and I can already tell my two-hundred-and-twenty-second is going to be a real
Today, in a small, quiet room near the centre of the Lagos University Teaching Hospital, I went into the cold darkness of sleep and when
When the dog dies, she doesn’t know she is dying. You shouldn’t feel sorry for her. To her, life lasts forever.
When Amelia turned fourteen, everyone assured her that she’d find her fairy soon.
Our late fee is twenty-five cents per day or a can of non-perishable food during the summer food drive. By the time the boy finally
Her whole body emitted a soft yellow light. Wherever cracks of skin showed through the mud, she blazed. She looked as if the sun itself
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