JULIET EJEZIE

“The case of five murderers.” by JULIET EJEZIE

July 20th 2020 I stared at the stretched form in front of me as my gloved fingers traced the smooth skin which was the colour of death. I peered closely at her open blue eyes which still shone with a strange intensity and wiped off the little tears that clung to the corners of her eyes. She was very beautiful, with her soft features and beautiful auburn hair reaching out for her hips. I poked the long shrapnel which protruded from the centre of her heart, it seemed almost proper like thorns among roses; her, the rose and it, the thorn. My ga...

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“Hush” by JULIET EJEZIE

Submitted to Contest #55

‘Tardy again’ the voice behind the mask said, he sat on a chair sculpted in the form of agonised children, some holding up their hands as though supporting his weight and others, especially the arm rests, laying with their faces upwards towards heaven, as though accepting their fate but still supplicating silently to the heavens. He sat inside a wall of lit torches, each in a pair and each pair crossed each other making a circle of X’s and a few inches from it stood what he called an altar, it was a white cradle-like form made brown from the...

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“Finders keepers” by JULIET EJEZIE

Submitted to Contest #54

‘Took you long enough’ an angry parent said immediately she walked into the class ‘I’m sorry’ she muttered bowing her head and taking the chair nearest to the door, ‘Bailey?’ Nate said quietly turning on hearing the familiar voice he squinted, trying to get a closer look at her but her dark red hair covered his view of her face ‘Mrs Bailey Simms?, now that you are here we can finally commence with the meeting, where is your husband?, you do know both parents are required’ the principal said briefly removing her glasses ‘Uhm... it’s Ms. and n...

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“Ashes” by JULIET EJEZIE

Submitted to Contest #51

‘your dad is dead’ – those four lettered words sent you into a packing frenzy and made you end up in the place which your tear-stricken mom dragged you out of years ago. The fish-smelling mustard yellow cab which if not for your jetlag you wouldn’t have entered, pulled up beside a blue Peugeot car and in front of the place which housed your childhood memories. With your overnight bad slugged across your shoulder you make your way towards the house stopping for a few minutes to stare at the post-box you and your mom spent an entire afternoon...

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“A bag full of nerves” by JULIET EJEZIE

Submitted to Contest #50

‘Take a deep breath’, ‘suck on your thumb’, ‘release the breath you are holding’_ you say to yourself, trying to resist the urge to go to the restroom for the umpteenth time this hour. You peep through the curtains and spot your parents in the second row; your dad wearing a blue foam finger and your mum, a ‘good luck Charlie’ vest, your brother sits beside your mom in his black sweatshirt, wearing a bored expression with his camera hanging down his neck, his hands steadying it, waiting to record your epic fail. You wipe off cold sweat from ...

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“A Cup of patience ” by JULIET EJEZIE

Submitted to Contest #49

I waltzed or somewhat floated in feeling like Cinderella dressed in clothes that weren’t mine; the pink cap with a glow in the dark ‘Shades’ written on it and the white top I wore belonged to a friend in the hostel who had begged me to do her laundry at home, the crocs were my brothers’ and the wrist watch, the one my friend left behind in my house the day before. I walked to the reception and met a lady who looked like the mutant breed of my favourite aunt Sylvia and a man of a small stature, I stated my business and she directed me to a ...

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“Father” by JULIET EJEZIE

Submitted to Contest #48

Father’s phone rang halting the journey of a forkful of pasta into his separated lips, the kind lady from the drugstore who was battling with cancer felt that it was her time to leave this world, her husband an unbeliever didn’t see the need for a confession but he would do anything for the beloved woman who he had known for almost half of his life. Father cast a sorry look towards mother, apologising for not having dinner with us for the fourth time this week. He took his coat which always hung on the kitchen door, an emergency coat he had ...

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