Welcome to seven! Find 1 to 6 here! And boom, the OTC #7 PDF: Kuukua and the Whistling Woodmen! Preview? Kuukua and the Whistling Woodmen It sounded like somebody was trying to pound fufu on the ceiling. Awurade, what were these kids up to now? It had only been about forty-five minutes since the adults had […]Read More Kuukua and the Whistling Woodmen
A novelette is just a really long, short story. And this particular one is romantic African science fiction. Here’s the PDF: If I Could Kill My Feelings. I hope you enjoy it. But if you don’t, that’s okay too. We can still be friends. 🙂 And yes, the title of this story has an optional ellipsis […]Read More If I Could Kill My Feelings… (A Novelette)
Do you Can you Sit down in silence? Can you Do you Have the patience to comprehend? Do you Can you exist when you aren’t performing? Can you Do you Know who you are even when your mouth is shut? Can you do you? Do you. Can you? -AkotowaaRead More Do You/Can You.
The first five stories of the On the Ceiling series are here. And without further ado, the hyperlink for #6: Kuukua and the Difficult Doors. (Note: When this was first posted, the attached PDF didn’t have italics where italics were designed to be. This has since been corrected and the document has been re-uploaded.) Sneak peek? Kuukua […]Read More Kuukua and the Difficult Doors
I often think of knowledge as Rapunzel, of college as the impenetrable tower, and of myself as the lovestruck outsider, begging her to let down her spines. Each time I meet the Board of Wizards that keep her in captivity, They tell me that she must be fiercely guarded Then, that they believe strongly in […]Read More College Libraries.
I like the beginning of this story particularly because it’s a foreshadowing of other things I plan to do with the whole On the Ceiling project. It’s (hopefully) more than just an 8-part short story series, although it’s that too. For this reason, I’m going to post a longer “sneak-peak” excerpt than I usually do. […]Read More Kuukua and the Cavorting Cups
We stood overlooking the city from a hill. After I had seen the world from a space station and galaxies in their glory, the awe stuck to me like the stubbornest kind of residue. It was through those lenses that I observed with the one beside me. Presently, he said to me, “It’s so arbitrary, […]Read More Half the Glory (a narrative poem)