the wake #7: horde

I've finished writing "the wake", and it feels good. After this, there are three more, which I'll publish here:
wake #8: Darkshadow
wake #9: Awakened
wake #10: eclipse

Don't miss any of it. And if you've not been reading at all, please start from the beginning. Its easy to find, in the sidebar.

The wake #7: horde

In the underground facility where most of his operations were done, Netsa was supervising his henchmen and making sure everything went as planned. Then Seb came to him.

"Hey man. How's it going?"

"Why don't you go straight to the point? Its about my sleep isn't it?"

"Sorry. I wanted to ask the general question first". Seb said.

"Well, since that dream interrupted my planned two hour streak, I've been me since".

"Why is it that every time you get a taste of sleep, that dream comes up?"

"Can you even call it a dream? I can't even call that sleep. My eyes were just closed and I remembered"

"Netsa, don't worry. Were getting close".

"Oh, really? And have you found a match?"

the wake #6: Revelations 2

The wake #6: Revelations 2

Jonah Narigi sent his 8 year old son to sleep one night. As usual, he read him a story. Netsa didn't like sleeping early and it was the stories that made him sleep. This one was about the adventures of Terman.

"You don't want to be late to school, Netsa do you?". Jonah asked casually.

Netsa shook his head in response.

"Because Terman won't be there to explain to Mr. Gideon". They both laughed softly. The look in his eyes reminded Netsa how much his father cared for him.

Jonah covered up his son, turned of the lights and left.

 In the cold night of Jos, Netsa woke up in the midnight, frightened. He felt a sharp pain in his hand. It felt like it had suddenly been dipped in hot water. He screamed out loud. His father heard him and rushed to his room to check on him.

"Netsa, what's going on?"

"Baba". As most kids in town called their dads. "My hand hurts. It hurts so much".

"Okay, let's get you some help.."

"Make it stop! It hurts. It burns". Netsa screamed.

"Netsa, look at me. Look at me. You're going to be alright"..

the wake #5: Revelations 1

First of all, I'm back from online recess. I'm done with exams. And now I'll complete the wake for good. The course of the story is about to change majorly. Cant wait to finish it and work on my new idea ;-).

The Wake #5: Revelations 1

The fifth chapter. If you havent been reading, I recommend you do so from 1, 2, 3 and 4

"Is he ever going to wake up?"

"Eventually.. I mean, his heart still beats right?"

Blimey and Smiles were waiting for him to wake up. It was already 5:00pm and he wasn't showing any sign.

"This could be serious. Maybe we should take him to a hospital" blimey said.

"Oh yeah, ambulance, we saw this guy on the street, knocked him out, hid him in our house for 10 hours.

The police would reward us"

"OK. I see your point. But what do we do?"

"Don't worry. He's fine. I took health science classes once"

"Smiles, what are you doing with a baton?".

The wake #4: rise and shine

The fourth in 'the Wake' series of short stories. If you haven't read the previous ones, I recommend you do do here1 here2 and here3 

The Wake #4: Rise and shine

It was 7:00 am in a remote area some would call a ghetto.

The brightness of the morning light was blinding as Sublime Mist opened his eyes. It could be likened to the 

blindness of a baby during the first days of arrival. Blimey couldn't see for a while. When he started picturing 

the world around slowly, his memories came back and he started to realize that it all didn't make sense. He 

couldn't be here. He knew he had a terrible dream but what about before? He surely didn't park his bike in the 

middle of the road and sleep on the floor.

 He stood up and started to observe his surroundings and the situation.

the Wake #3: Nightmare

This is the third in the series of short stories. If you haven't read 1 and 2, I recommend you do so here 1 or here 2 before proceeding.











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"Welcome to Nightmare Tournament!". The show presenter, looking down to the participants, in the stadium-like arena said with enthusiasm.
"You have been chosen for this contest. Please note that it is not personal. Participants were chosen at random".
"Yeah, right". Said the guy in the middle of the arena. He basically just fell asleep in his room moments ago.
"You are in a joint dream session. No time to explain all that. Just know that everyone here is real".
There was noise everywhere, people wondering what was going on.

I don't know how I started writing poetry. It might not be that bad after all.

Multiple personality disorder

Oh boy, what have you done? Why did you do it?

I don’t know. It wasn’t me. It’s like someone pushed me to it

I can’t explain. It’s like I lost control.

It’s like my own mind has a mind of its own

I can tell, there’s someone else inside

Doing things I would never have done

Who is it? Who is this other person?

Does it mean he and I share one mind?

The Wake: #2

This is the sequel to a story I posted last week. herheree. If you haven't read it, I strongly recommend you do before proceeding...
the Wake: hash 2
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6:30 am, outside the apartment, two friends struggle to get to a cab. One, less weak than the other, is helping him stay on two feet...
"Don't worry, man, you won't fail. You're smart". Smiles said to Blimey.
"Not like this, I cant even add... I cant even think of what I can't add". Said Blimey.
"I still don't get why we're still weak".
"*sigh* and we just had times 10 coffee configuration".
"Coffee? I added a little 'extra'. I thought you'd notice".
"The extra?". Blimey asked, surprised.
"mm hmm".
"Why?"
"I wanted to help. You have a test tod..."
"I didn't ask for the extra! I don't do drugs. And I have a test? Smart move. We'll get checked".
"Chillax, man it's not detectable. And it's not technically a drug."