Iosefa Manu
Bio
I write to let the demons out.
Stories (11/0)
My Soul to take II
I still had fond memories of my trip to Spain. A smile creased my lips then my eyes began to well. The stray dog— I remembered that day especially. Amazing—nearly a year had elapsed, and I could still remember that dog. Such a horrific way to leave this world—alone. At least I provided some comfort for that poor soul. I remember staring into its eyes and seeing a soul, a very sad and humble one.
By Iosefa Manu2 years ago in Criminal
Rest in Love
Is there such a thing as a dignified way to die? I would want my last days on this planet spent with the ones I loved. It all started last summer break on a vacation to Spain, which I had been saving up for the past couple years. On a school teacher’s salary, I finally had enough to treat myself—and treat I did.
By Iosefa Manu2 years ago in Fiction
Witching Hour
The game was a riot. Our team won, which made the celebratory after party a moral imperative for the upper echelon of the socialites. Since I was one of the cheerleaders, I was mandated to show support. The rendezvous after the usual Bob’s Diner get together was, “Willow Trees,” which essentially was just a make out spot. However, just below the old dirt road was Old Pond. Old Pond has been around for generations. Not sure why it’s called that because it’s actually a lake, though. One of the popular fishing spots in the day. At night, that’s the best skinny dipping, watering hole in all of Tecumseh.
By Iosefa Manu2 years ago in Horror