Emad Blake

Joined January 2024

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Emad Blake is a Sudanese writer with various published books, mainly novels, he works as a journalist based in London.

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To be a pilot or not to be
When day a man said ‘to be or not to be’ I said ‘to be is not the issue neither be is the frame’ I spent a lot doing something that could make me smile
By Emad Blakeabout a month ago in Poets
School Notebook(1)
It was a dark dawn when she arrived at the airport. The city seemed like a town. Small and silent. There was nothing to see because of the dark and maybe there are no more than the usual things around her in the past, in her old town. Yes, it is a town also, where there are no modern life attractions.
By Emad Blake2 months ago in Fiction
Dark
Stop doing this. Stop. You are the only one to know that. Stop. Please stop! Why am I the only one? The one who has to know the secret! But I don’t know till now, is it really a secret or not, and also, I still have no idea how to be sure of the truth.
By Emad Blake3 months ago in Fiction
The story
It is not easy to pass the past and find yourself in the present. It is not easy at all and let me please explain that to you.
By Emad Blake3 months ago in Fiction
Miracle
This is a true story about Eva, fifteen years old, who lives in the west of London with her uncle Morris. He is not her real uncle; he is the one who took her from the street, took care of her, and gave her love.
By Emad Blake3 months ago in Fiction
Far away
One day when the moon is far away And one day when everyone is running far away I may find myself far away I am not able to see or touch any heart
By Emad Blake3 months ago in Poets
Echoes of Existential Inquiry
Always there is something wrong, but it is also true. The question is how to see the difference between the two. Life is like a twisted ball; you can't touch one side to know.
By Emad Blake3 months ago in Writers
Whispers of Reflection
There is a man who lives alone in a hut in the forest in peace and with no troubles. One day, a sudden loud shout bombarded his mind. He looked around to see what was going on, but there was nothing; only the blue sky over the green trees. He said to himself, ‘It is only the sound of my heart; maybe I am so tired, and for that reason, I heard this strange voice.’
By Emad Blake3 months ago in Fiction

Emad Blake

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To be a pilot or not to be

School Notebook(1)

Dark

The story

Miracle

Far away

Echoes of Existential Inquiry

Whispers of Reflection

Stories (8/0)