Oozezi
Oozezi Creative Collective
Sani stared at the scratched warning until the words blurred into the wood. His own handwriting. His own desperate carving. A message…
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…