Scriptless Word

A few days ago I came across a petition against the movie Habit. This obviously struck my interest; a female Jesus? This was defiantly bound to cause some turmoil.  At first I was going to write about how this would be a sacrilege to religion. I was going talk about how yes, we have the right to freedom of speech, to women empowerment, LGBTQIAP+ empowerment but this goes beyond just freedom of speech, woman empowerment or any LGBTQIAP+ campaign, this dives into the waters, of religion and custom, faith and culture. I was going to write about how we need to remember that this right goes with a responsibility which is to respect those our freedom impacts. How we must disregard our religious divide and fight, because if it were your religion, your faith, your culture being sacrificed for the sake of entertainment you wouldn’t stand it, but then is saw the unthinkable, “Christian hate group is predictably furious about Paris Jackson playing ‘repulsive, gender-bending’ Jesus Christ”, headli

I have not a name like my owner. I am only a possession, one that is short lived in fact. I have an origin of moulds and plastic tubing. I am one that lies mute all day. One more thing I am is a channel. Yes, I was made for this very purpose after all. To convey mortal thoughts, fantasies and ideas. I bring them alive, alive to eyes that choose to see. I can be your amplifier too, as with my graceful strokes and twirls. I enhance your mind's very silent mutters. Giving them the loudness that's required  My purpose from the scratch does me in each and every moment of the way. It is like I was born to be used and abused. My blood is my voice, my fluids are the media through which I serve. In the end, I'd rather run dry than stay locked up. For, for this very reason do I exist. To be the voice of the dumb, the strength of the timid, the weapon of your bright mind.   I am your pen. - Krypton Author's Details:   Facebook:  Ejodamen Joshua   Twitter:  @joshua_CRYPTON   Email:

    “Number 21”, the man in a gray vertically striped suit standing on the podium called out. This switched it on. Bringing it back to life. It had began. A cold chill poured down my whole body, from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet. I could feel it standing behind me, torturing me with its invisible smile. for someone unseen, it’s presence laid a heavy weight on my shoulders, locking my feet to the floor. Soon, my heart became warm, but this warmth burnt deep within, even from its lowest degree. Its lava flowed through every vessel and vein in my body. As it spread, the heat increased.  Now, the effect of the steam was evident outside my body. Drops of condensed steam beaded my forehead and my armpit stung, pinched but I could not itch for the fear of being moved from my uncomfortable peaceful position. It placed its hands on my shoulders and whispered soundlessly in my ear, causing me to flinch. This pushed the shaky button. In a room with a temperature of almost 32°c, I

“She loves me”, So I thought. “She will always defend me”, So I thought. “She smiles and hugs me so warmly”, So I thought. Oh! Oh how it stings! Stabbed in the back so deep With a dagger so wickedly sharp But who? Who would do such? Who would cause me such pain? A foe ? A thief in the night? Alas! The pain fled to my heart as I beheld the culprit. Her bloody red lips curve into a devilish smile. How I wish my eyes deceived me. How I wish I gazed upon a killer beast. For this was no beast, she was…. She was the only one I gave my heart to PROTECT!! ….. My friend So I thought!    -Tichie💕 Author's Details:   Ig:  o_gozie   Twitter:  @Tichie_918   Email:  gozieonyenankeya@gmail.com E-mail submissions to:  aldoramist@gmail.com

As I sat there staring anxiously at the clock, watching it slowly tick by with that cruel monotonous sound, ‘ tick, tock, tick, tock. ’   The fear sat there with me steadily eroding the person I was born to be, forcing me to stay in my little cocoon, my ‘safe haven’. Fear was my friend; he kept me safe in his cold, dark embrace, shielding me from all those prying judging eyes. It’s worth it right? I mean, my brain isn’t as brave as I want it to be, for in my life there are so many other people and his little voice always tells me I’m not good enough to be with them, that they’re in a league of their own, he tells me that he’s protecting me from this big bad world and all the disappointment that comes along with it. Sometimes I wonder if this is all worth it. Every time I so much as think about getting out of my comfort zone my hands and feet start trembling uncontrollably, my eyes water and a paralyzing pain courses through my body. What starts as my stomach contorting and tying itself

Beauty! Beauty!! Is it the eyes? Is it the nose? Is it the ears? Is it the mouth? To experience true beauty, Eyes! Look beyond make-up and fine abs Nose! Smell beyond the perfume Ears! Listen beyond the compliments of others Oh ye mouth! Taste beyond sweet plump lips Oh mankind! for Truly beauty is in THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER.    -Tichie💕 Author's Details: Ig: o_gozie Twitter: @Tichie_918 Email: gozieonyenankeya@gmail.com