All posts by Raymond

I am a Crazy Mind. I am a Story-teller. I write Horror/Thriller fiction. I am fascinated by the Darkness of the Human Heart, and the Shadows of the Otherness. I am only able to delve this deep into the Darkness because of the Light of God which sustains me. I am a mad man, and I live my madness vicariously through the characters I create. I am going to blow open the Nigerian Literary Landscape, and I will let the world know that yes, we can write things that are not about the Single Story. I love God, my family, Dark tales, Rock Music, Photography and Chocolate. I live close to a Cemetery, but it doesn't look Dark; it is too open. The Necropolis in Glasgow on the other hand, that is the real 'City Of The Dead'. It sits upon a hill, and casts its shroud over the city. Epic. What am I doing here? Meh. Worry much? o_O

Kill Zone: Sector 36-C (1)

  I stepped off the Nebula SS onto the ground, the dry dirt crunching beneath my boots. My visor became stuffy immediately. Adjusting my rifle, I flicked open the control pad on my left arm, tweaked the controls. A blast of cold air into my helmet, and I could breathe easily again. “They lied to … Continue reading Kill Zone: Sector 36-C (1)

The Shadow Chronicles 4

The Shadow Chronicles 4

Death-god: Home Who was it that originally sang that song, “The First Cut Is The Deepest?” because I know it was not Rod Stewart? Hmph; can’t be bothered to remember right now. Sold millions of copies, that song. Really popular back in the days. Lies, all lies. My first cut was a shallow one; I … Continue reading The Shadow Chronicles 4

The Shadow Chronicles 3

The Shadow Chronicles 3

CHIKE: “Do you remember when I left?” my Shadow asked. I set my cup down, chills running down my spine. How could I forget? I nodded. “Tell me,” he requested, visibly settling back in the chair. “I don’t like remembering it,” I said. Some memories are better left buried. “I know,” he said; was that … Continue reading The Shadow Chronicles 3

Tomorrow, The Forgotten (A Christmas Tale)

Tomorrow, The Forgotten (A Christmas Tale)

TOMORROW, THE FORGOTTEN   Sarah stumbled and fell again, cutting her palms on the forest floor. She raised her hands and stared at her palms, struggling not to cry. “Get up!” Temi shouted, turning back to look at her, eyes wide. She looked beyond Sarah and gasped. “Now!” Wincing, Sarah got up, wiping her palms … Continue reading Tomorrow, The Forgotten (A Christmas Tale)

Eater

Eater

 a story about an unusual pregnancy and its effects on the unsuspecting mother.   EATER   The rain isn’t letting up any, but Adaora doesn’t notice. Outside her house, an apartment on the first floor of a four-storey building she calls home, the world is wet. Umbrellas bob past as people try to find shelter from the … Continue reading Eater

The Shadow Chronicles 2

The Shadow Chronicles 2

A CUP OF TEA AND TALES OF DARKNESS   I sat at my dining table in my one-bedroom flat, groceries still in their bags on the table. He…it…my shadow had actually helped me carry some home. It had been disconcerting, having to watch two bags of groceries levitate as if on invisible strings, and then … Continue reading The Shadow Chronicles 2

Drop Dead, Gorgeous: Inception (1)

Drop Dead, Gorgeous: Inception (1)

INCEPTION   Hotel de Casa. One of the best hotels in the country, and arguably the best in Rivers State. Standing ten stories high, it has twenty rooms on each floor, with the most expensive at the top. It faces the city, but behind it is undeveloped land and a burgeoning Estate. Its security system … Continue reading Drop Dead, Gorgeous: Inception (1)

Drop Dead, Gorgeous

Drop Dead, Gorgeous

  DROP DEAD, GORGEOUS “Of course we’ll do naughty things,” she cooed in his ear, rubbing herself against him. Her left hand trailed sensually down-“So many…”- his stomach – “naughty…” – to cup his genitals- “things.” She squeezed gently. He inhaled sharply, shivering and his eyelids fluttering closed, and she felt the answering swell. And … Continue reading Drop Dead, Gorgeous

RISING NIGHT-Excerpt 8

RISING NIGHT-Excerpt 8

103   It was a bad night. He could feel it. Something was wrong. The Ninja was up, and someone, or some people, were going to die tonight.   “A Ninja is not a magician Ryuu-san, neither is he an assassin.” Sensei Takeshi says. He makes the tea in that slow, deliberate manner of his. … Continue reading RISING NIGHT-Excerpt 8