THE MAN AMONG THE TOMBS — Part 3

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Sleep found me that night, soft and clean, without nightmares scratching at the edges of my mind. When morning light pressed against my eyelids, I opened my eyes slowly, half expecting the voices to return. But all I heard was Medad’s steady breathing beside me. The oil lamp was nearly burned out, its last ember […]

THE MAN AMONG THE TOMBS — Part 2

Close-up of hands holding vibrant yellow daisies, showcasing natural beauty and floral pattern.

The path from the tombs back toward the village felt unfamiliar, though I had walked it countless times in another life. The earth beneath my feet was softer than I remembered and the scent of wet soil still lingered from the storm. Each step made my mind clearer, as if the rain that soaked the […]

THE MAN AMONG THE TOMBS — Part 1

A man in a plaid shirt sits by the water looking distressed, symbolizing stress.

I do not remember the last time anyone called me by my name. Not the name the villagers used when they whispered about me in fear. Not the names the demons snarled inside my head. I mean the name my wife used to murmur in the quiet hours of evening, the name she would breathe […]

THE MAN AMONG THE TOMBS — Part 1

A man in a plaid shirt sits by the water looking distressed, symbolizing stress.

I do not remember the last time anyone called me by my name. Not the name the villagers used when they whispered about me in fear. Not the names the demons snarled inside my head. I mean the name my wife used to murmur in the quiet hours of evening, the name she would breathe […]

The One Thing Chika Couldn’t Break Free From (and Why It Kept Finding Her)

We all have that one friend who keeps announcing a new season. New year. New playlist. New hair. New “God is doing a new thing” caption. That was Chika. You can comfortably say that her favorite song is “Do Something New in My Life”. She would delete numbers, wipe her status clean, and post something […]

THE MAN AMONG THE TOMBS — Part 1

  I do not remember the last time anyone called me by my name. Not the name the villagers used when they whispered about me in fear. Not the names the demons snarled inside my head. I mean the name my wife used to murmur in the quiet hours of evening, the name she would […]