By Ezewuzie Nkiruka Juliet
I knelt in front of the confession box Father, what to do? I see dead nuns everywhere in the church. On the altar, they giggle and smile at me. Father looked up at me and said, this is the church of the dead. He tore off his white collar, laughed and disappeared leaving a cold trail behind.
Sapphire was my best friend We went everywhere together except to church. I thought she was an atheist I feared for her so I decided to invite the church over to my house. The moment she stepped into my house, I couldn’t recognize her. I saw a reptile in front of me A reptile from an unknown species She hissed at me Her last words to me were humans would always betray. I opened my eyes And saw myself lying in my own pool of blood.
Beverly Hills A place of death The streets are not safe The dead come back to life The monsters search for lost souls They find bodies and tear them apart They suck on their bones and lick their bloods. A population of 150,000 is now 200. The monsters live amidst us but are impossible to identify. Our cemetery is filled up Everyday, the ghosts welcome a new member The death toll increases every minute You might be next.
Ezewuzie Nkiruka Juliet is a seventeen-year-old girl. She is interested in writing, reading and dancing. She recently published her two eBooks “Female vindication” and “Poetic habitat” on BookRix and they are sold on Amazon and other online stores. She has a blog “Nicki’s blog” and a website-asknicki.home.blog. On her blog, she posts about relationship issues, self-confidence and high self-esteem booster.