Pennsylvania, 2018
Pennsylvania, in the evening, always had something relaxing to offer, and although Maria liked the serene apartment she was living in, the clean streets and stately security, the delicate but yet disturbing voice of her temporary roommate, Uju, and the shy, law-abiding air of merited grace that surrounded Abby, it was this, the offer of a thousand dollars, that made her consider the thought of sleeping away from home for the first time in two years, perhaps the influence of money was more stronger than she had imagined. The smell of distinct valuable notes righteously earned from the pockets of rich people was what fascinated her the most as she prepared herself to leave her working place. She placed her students' books on top of her desk, ignoring the musty scent of untouched old books brought by her colleague surrounding her. The old books smelt like garbage. But money had no smell, she thought. A thousand dollars had no odour, she laughed.
She lik
Munich, 2014“Priory of Göteborg?” Clark wiped his mouth with a clean handkerchief and shifted towards the driver. “We need to know more about them. Can you tell us more about them?”"I already told you what I know about them," the driver replied.Michael paced around the cozy room to think of what they would do to make the driver tell them more about the secret organization. “A thousand dollars if you tell us what you know about them,” he offered."This is not about money. I don't know anything about them," the driver responded, considering the offer in his mind."Don't fucking lie to us. There is no way that poster would be in your car if you haven't been approached by them," Michael explained.Clark grunted abruptly. “This is not going to work out easily as you think," he said to Michael. "If we want to know how the poster got in his car, we
Stockholm, 1264The time was early for a ritual to commence because the full moon was yet to take its place in sky, above the clouds, in opposition to the sun. A pregnant woman was dragged to the stake with her hands tied behind her back, her wrists covered in blood and slightly swollen from chafing. She was badly beaten and sought-after death in her silence. No one listened to her silent demands of liberation. No one came to her."We may proceed with the sacrifice as we announce the creation of the first ever religious group with a mandate to serve as protectors of the cultures and traditions of werewolves. Our duties will include adding new members to our pack while strengthening old members," a voice rose above others from an oil mist.The pregnant woman cried.A blondeskinned man was beside the pregnant woman, tired, admiring the shinning prize on her neck. A necklace! He wondered if she had offended the members of the newly-formed group or if her cri
Stockholm, 1264In a distant moment, in another gathering, a young guard stood patiently as he waited for the man who had stolen the necklace from the pregnant woman's neck to arrive. He stood behind an expansive line of worshippers who were adoring a statue of the first human werewolf to be murdered with a silver knife. He watched as stars flashed before him, clustered together and then disappeared as if he was experiencing a trance. Yet, the werewolves he was guarding, continued what they were doing as if they didn't notice the abnormal movements of the stars.A quick catch and dash.A rare necklace arrival.An unprecedented warning.As the time and ceremony went by, the guard fought off the pleasure to take a piss outside the camp as he reminded himself of the grave consequences attracted from careless errors. It was almost 9 PM when he saw a man dressed awkwardly nearing the entrance of the camp, and yet he still felt undisturbed by the man's i
Igboland, 1810The fallen palm tree was short, certainly shorter than a palm tree of its nature. James Blackwheel wore a dark cloak over his head as he passed through the fallen palm tree in search of Nwakaego and Nneka. It was nearly twenty years since he made his first mysterious attempt in Igboland and killed a revered chief priest in a manner that raised alarm in the whole of Igboland.As he walked through a crowd of people gathered around a large wooden platform, anxiously waiting for a woman to arrive, he wondered how he would be able to get in contact with the woman without being noticed by the sea of unfamiliar faces surrounding the entire place. As he tried to focus on the woman and her possible grand entrance which was going to occur at any moment, he found himself being distracted by a young Igbo boy who was tying three broken sticks together with a thin rope. He was surprised by the speed of the young Igbo
Singapore, 2014In a sovereign island city-state in maritime Southeast Asia, a man stood behind a door with clenched teeth. He was furious as a taut smirk plastered on his face. His lips were stained with clean blood. Blood originated from a fresh wound he had gotten during a fight some minutes ago. He felt his body contract violently as he tried to reach out for his door key on his side pocket. Slowly, he drew the key out of his pocket and stretched towards the key hole to insert the key and unlock the door.“Robert Lond!”He turned and peered into the darkness of the
Munich, 2014"Which one is him?" Michael said slowly, feeling perplexed."That is him. He is the one at the centre. Not similar to the picture you saw in California though," Savannah sneered."Clark!" Michael shouted, desperate this time.Clark answered with a solemn snort. "What is it?"Michael looked at Clark in the eye, ignoring his ignorance and the bottles of cluelessness that filled his mind. "Take a look at the four people that were staring at Alger back in California!"Clark stared in bewilderment at the picture before him. “What is this place? Why is it so similar to hell? Why is it still the same four people we saw at California? Fuck!” Despite the weary blast of excitement on his face as they arrived Munich, he looked at the picture through squinted eyes with less ecstasy.Savannah said nothing as she removed the picture that had brought some air of thoughts to the room and changed it to a picture of a ful
Munich, 2014"We cannot conclude that your husband is dead without any verifiable evidence," Clark was the first to break the silence that had engulfed the room.Savannah exhaled but said nothing.“Where is the proof that he is dead?” Clark demanded.“We just heard it on the phone,” Michael responded for Savannah.The reality of Savannah and Michael accepting that Robert Lond was dead surprised Clark.“I want to meet him as much as you want to meet him but we all heard what the Singaporean woman said. Robert Lond is dead,” Michael continued.“Savannah,” Clark urged, ignoring Michael “we did not come all the way from America to watch you accept a false statement from an unknown woman in an unknown place with an awkwardly symbolic number. If your husband was dead you should have known already. It will be better to forget what the woman said and look straight ahead at what lies up fro
Munich, 2014Below a large reprinted version of the late 15th-century mural painting by Italian artist Leonardo da Vinci widely known as 'The Last Supper', was a picture of two werewolves having sex under a full moon. To the right was a western painting of the Egyptian patron god of lost souls and the helpless, Anubis, and beside the anthropomorphized jackal-headed god was a list of werewolves caught on plain sight by human eyes. On the far wall, two brass soldiers stood, holding swords curved at their edges."What is this place?" Clark asked as he placed a leather-bound book they had gotten from the Bavarian State Library on a dusty table."A secret place my husband used to study in. I have only been here once. Robert always told me how important it was for me to not look into things I couldn't comprehend," Savannah explained.Michael moved inside the room, looking around in astonishment. What the hell is this place, he thought. The air of the room