Oozezi
Oozezi Creative Collective
I. The Morning of the Birthday On the morning of his seventeenth birthday, Sani dug his own grave. He didn’t do it…
But just before it could become something else, maybe a touch, or a confession, or even something foolish.
“But I saw the woman and she ripped your heart out of your chest, literally!” I added literally as it seemed that…
But just before it could become something else, maybe a touch, or a confession, or even something foolish.
His scream echoed throughout the room as I bit down hard on his right ear. Violently turning my head left and right…
The low hum of the holographic display was kelechi’s constant companion, a familiar rhythm in the tense silence. The air in the…
The corridor they entered was a stark contrast to the cafeteria’s relative warmth. It was narrower, lined with reinforced doors, each bearing…
The man, still wiping his chest with the small towel, offered a wry smile, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement…
The lady’s features were revealed, with a sharp deliberate turn. Her intelligent eyes, though tired, held a piercing intensity. A faint, almost…
The highway became a blur of motion, the world outside the car windows reduced to streaks of light and shadow. Mia pushed…