Somelele Ntamo
Stories (5/0)
A Druglord's Funeral
I won’t lie, I saw it coming. I sensed the oncoming dark clouds of death at a distance, a storm brewing within Gestapo’s cold, dark heart. The stench of death lingered, like a decaying carcass attracting flies and vultures from afar. Yet somehow, I never thought that it would arrive today. I never thought I’d be laying here, chained in a coffin, six feet deep. The blood that had oozed from my nose had dried, my body cried out in agonizing pain, and an absent tooth a testament to the brutality I’d endured last night, at the hands of Gestapo’s enforcers.
By Somelele Ntamo9 months ago in Fiction
Submerged
From the inside of my car, the pitter-patter of the rain sounded like a million arrows being launched, deflected by the metal exterior. Lightning flashed, stretching its tendrils on to the surface of the river. The superstitious river of souls, where people seemingly just drown upon coming near it.
By Somelele Ntamo10 months ago in Horror