All Chapters of JEMI'S SINS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The January wind blew fiercely, whirling the snow around pushing against every solid space helpless against the storm. The silence aided the howling, giving it the air of a hunted night.The road leading to the church was empty and snow deep. Wouldn't stop people trooping in at the first crow to worship God. But will they ever know?That a God will be within them, watching their faces with satisfaction. The only difference was that ..this was going to be a physical presence.The old houses each at the side of the snowed dirt road gave it all a grotesque image.A wailing voice was heard from the church, picking up the cue a man walked along the dirt road, the dark clothes he wore though in the night were traced out by the snow..in his left hand was a briefcase. He walked purposefully and increased his pace when he heard the jingling of the bell echoing with the wailing voice.He knew he had to be finished before the congregation began to troop in. They never came in ones, twos or

"Fairies are wonderful Jemi?""I told you, Sara, they are, just like you " she linked her Little hands between Sara's fingers. Tickling her little thumb.She laughed heartily "They are beautiful to rii?""Un-huh""I think you're a fairy Jemi" she turned holding her cheeks with her fragile hands."Hmmm, tell me why you say so princess" she held her hair back "You are pretty, and your hair is gorgeous," she gathered a bunch of her fro" Jemi chuckled "you smell of flowers and dirt sometimes""Wait till I gobble you yum yum yum" their laughter flowing through the wind, then it all got dark."JEMI JEMI, HELP ME JEMI, DO LET ME GO JEMI...JEMIIIIIII......""SARA!!" Jemi woke up in a glint, sweaty and flushed. She sighed recognising the room, Another nightmare, same agony, dropping her back on the bed she stared up at the blank white ceiling. sometimes she wished her life was that blank, nothing to think of, dream about, just flowing effortlessly through the joys and laughter, existing

April stomped in bringing the warmth everyone yearned for, after a long winter, the drizzles and heat were welcomed with relief, the white snow was being replaced by green shrubs and daffodils that Lit every corner with the beauty of a landscape painting.It was one of those times Jemi wouldn't mind sitting down close to the pond just at the back of the house and throwing smooth stones into the water and watching it ripple, seeming almost impossible due to the high expectations her Job had, working two shifts except on Saturdays and Sundays, it felt almost unimaginable to do anything apart from toiling her ass off and going to school.It was stressful but exactly what she needed, draining herself out to the bone each day was a success, and sleep was easier to come by, though the nightmare stayed, it didn't happen quite often.It was a food cafe and she served, which made sense since pancakes and coffee were the only mixtures she was good at. Time again, she found herself craving Emma's

"What's that?" Emma asked Jemi who had a hard-covered book on her legs close to the sitting room window Jemi turned "I got it from the shelf, I think it's Wills" she was back on the book. It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon and they were both in the Sitting room. it was weird for Jemi to be at home at that time, She had lots of questions to ask "What's it about?" "The Monalisa" "An Art piece?" "Yeah" She was trying to spark up a two-way discussion this time, but Jemi was just being Jemi. "You're home today, it's a Wednesday" "I think so" She wasn't going to be frustrated. "Why?" "Nothing really" she was sounding strangled. Prolly getting irritated, Emma thought. Emma went into the kitchen bringing out the last honey-flavoured twist, she opened its red pack with so much. reverence, it had been her favourite snack since the day she found it in a snack store, and right there she had always had it supplied to h

Her eyes quivered opened, and shut immediately as a bright light burned her sensitive eyes, where was she? she squinted, heaven? very unlikely, couldn't be heaven, she lay still waiting for the first bout of hot larva on her skin, or was it, soul? when it didn't come, she waited for the wailing and gnashing of teeth she was always told sinners suffered after death. when the quietness and illumination persisted, she thought surprised, maybe she did make heaven after all. she almost laughed in disbelief. fully opening her eyes, it met the ceiling, she frowned, wasn't it supposed to be clouds? then singing angels? where the hell was the hallelujah? she felt the fluffy bed under her back. oh shucks, she was alive. what now? maybe weep. but this wasn't her room, she applied pressure on her wrists trying to sit up, but the stabbing pain hit her. she collapsed back wincing. she noticed the drip tube was connected to her arm by a syringe. she used her elbow, holdin