MAD VICTIM Once upon a time, a visitor at daytime came to steal a stone of lime. He was caught in the act, the stone of lime was still intact, then they all started to react. They held him tightly at his bones so he wouldn’t escape without groans. Then came sticks, bottles and stones. … Continue reading Mad Victim
Bala listened to the proceedings with tired but hungry eyes. His thighs screamed in agony; the walk down the valley and up the mountain path was exhausting albeit exhilarating. He had quickly chosen to seat at the spot closest to the thick trunk of the towering tree, so he could rest his aching back. He … Continue reading Tales Thieves Tell
I dry to see your veiled face; that face creative brushes cannot color what fashion such glory designed! Who, glorious God did your sweet face designed? Who made your lengthy immortality rush perpetual immaculately into eternity? Who lavished your … Continue reading Glorious God.