Day Five The reaper was awoken from his deep slumber by loud knocks. He opened his eyes, feeling confused. He looked around the room. He didn't usually sleep. So why was he waking up...from sleep? There were knocks again and he shot up from bed. Who was knocking on his door? He got out of… Continue reading 6: Day Five
Hello everyone! I come with sad news today. If you are a lover of Nameless, I am sad to announce that it will be taking a break as of today. It will be back in a few weeks, so worry not. I just felt like it was not going anywhere and I was no longer… Continue reading Nameless is taking a break.
They are legit not the same thing. Okay guys, let us calm down for like a while. Okay? This is going to be a bit shocking. So I was writing a book on Penana a while back (still writing it, but that is besides the point) and I had to change genres because I decided… Continue reading Fantasy vs Supernatural
Day Four It was the reaper's day off. He was in the guest cottage that he had temporarily rented. He was walking bare foot, as always, with a bowl of porridge in his hands. His jersey was on the floor, he kicked it away and it disappeared to where it wouldn't be considered untidy. He… Continue reading 5: Day Four
Today is Woman's day here in South Africa and us women are enjoying the benefits. I mean, so are the men because today is a public holiday and all. What I did not know until the radio so graciously told us; today is also Book Lover's day. Shocking. So I will dedicate this post to… Continue reading National book lover’s day!
He smiled, seeing Nameless for the first time since the incident. He leaned closer over the balcony he was standing on, following Nameless as she walked away from the scene. She seemed angry. Good. His eyes shifted to X who was following behind her. "Still following her like a lost puppy, I see." He chuckled… Continue reading CHAPTER 1: PART 13
Day Three The reaper did not go to Denise's house that morning. He stood outside the Six o' Clock cafe in his invisible form. He watched the cafe with a frown on his face. What was he feeling? Why was he feeling it? He put his hand over his aching heart. Was it normal? The… Continue reading 4: Day Three