Again, this story is available for download as a PDF through this link: Kuukua and the Twisting Tablecloth. And so, as a teaser, I’m once again posting only the first few pages, and I encourage you to download. (The first story, is available here.) “What’s that over there?” “Over where?” “On the ceiling.” It was […]Read More Kuukua and the Twisting Tablecloth
Hello, hi! The spider-girl is back! No, not me, but Kuukua. She’s just a few levels cooler than me. For readers who don’t know, I have begun a new short story series that I hope I will be consistent with until it ends, in December. I released the pilot at the end of May, called […]Read More OTC #2 comes out this Friday. 🙂
Come in with your fire born from and for passion And when they come to you, tall, erect and casting a shadow, be still under them, and compress your soul into your eyes. Open them wide and stare until it haunts them, the hired hands who took pleasure and stripped it of meaning, who tampered […]Read More Do Not Let Them Kill You.
Note: if you read me a lot, this post will probably be over-familiar and monotonous. I considered not releasing it at all, because I’m more tired of my own repetitiveness than you, TBH, but at this point, the things on my chest are becoming chao, and they need to clear off. Also, I planned on […]Read More Reflections After My Second Semester and Stuff
Originally posted on Writivism:
The writers of the long listed stories for the second Koffi Addo Prize for Creative Non Fiction are: Emmanuel Yew Sekyere was born on December 14, 1989 at South Suntreso, Kumasi, Ghana. He has a Bachelor’s Degree in Biological Science from KNUST. He is a talented writer, graphic designer and singer,…
I’m not a comic book fanatic. I know very little about superheroes. Don’t ask me to choose between Marvel and DC. If you ask me who my favorite superhero is, I will say Spiderman, not necessarily because I think he’s better than everyone else, but because I’ve had more exposure to him than anyone else. […]Read More Why I Can Never Love Wakanda the Way I Wish I Did
When she is deceased and they discover the treasure-trove of her cardboard-bound pages, they will marvel at the complexity of her troubled thoughts and romanticize her state. They will put her in books. They will serve her in classrooms. They will glorify her genius and say the affliction was common with those of her kind. […]Read More When She Is Deceased