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

Whispers Of The Sandman (Novel Excerpt)

24 “So we know that explosives were involved, right?” Jerry asked. “Yes,” James said. “It’s been confirmed, although there’s going to be some analysis.” Jerry nodded. They were still within the building. Both he and James wore waterproof bags over their shoes, tied down with rubber, and they also wore rubber gloves. The whole place … Continue reading Whispers Of The Sandman (Novel Excerpt)

The Wet Child (5)

The Wet Child (5)

11   When he couldn’t cry anymore, Chike sat up. He felt an odd clarity now, like he’d cried everything out; his fears, his worries. She’d said he wouldn’t get out, right? Well, she wouldn’t get out either. Slowly but methodically, Chike searched the kitchen with his eyes. They settled on two large cylinders in … Continue reading The Wet Child (5)

The Wet Child (3)

The Wet Child (3)

5   I am seriously going mad, Chike thought, shuffling backwards on his ass; he didn’t even notice he’d fallen to the floor. Then his hand struck the washing machine, bringing back the pain. Chike bolted upright and climbed the bench, simultaneously holding his hand and  trying to pass through the wall and out of … Continue reading The Wet Child (3)

Swansong (1)

Swansong (1)

In Loving Memory of Ifeanyi Azuka ‘St. Fishie’ Churchill Adindu….   Yesterday I lost my closest friend, Yesterday I wanted time to end, I wonder if my heart will ever mend, I just let you slip away… -Lost Prophets=4. a.m. Forever   “Do you hear that? Do you hear that, son?” “What’s that daddy?” “That’s … Continue reading Swansong (1)

The Mental Hallways Of An Assassin

The Mental Hallways Of An Assassin

Falling is the last thing you feel…   Standing on this rooftop, the world is nothing but your chess-board. At least that is what it has been. The wind in your hair, lazily burrowing furrows. You look up at the sky, inhale deeply. You exhale. You feel all tension go. You feel loose. You want … Continue reading The Mental Hallways Of An Assassin

The Way Of The Warrior…..and The Fun Within

The Way Of The Warrior…..and The Fun Within

Martial Arts. The Way of the Warrior. Ancient fighting arts that have been around for so long that the origin of most of them have become blurred. The ancient and popular arts of Karate, Taekwondo, Kung-Fu, Aikido, Judo, Ju-Jitsu, Ninjitsu, Hapkido, Capoeira, Kenjutsu. The off-shoots of the ancient arts; Kick-boxing, Muay Thai. The plain esoteric … Continue reading The Way Of The Warrior…..and The Fun Within