Morphing Iniquity

All rights reserved, Characters in this book are Fictional. Art provided is credited to the Author and is owned by Rixh●ink8. I met a ghost once, a pale 16-year-old girl. Her cheeks stained by tears, her eyes were so dry. The make-up hid most of the teardrops but failed to account for all. Each word was a scream for help. "I am great," she said ."Never been better" ."Am Alright".I stopped bothering to ask.Her name was Julia. Julia cut herself several times but her friends never spotted the scars. It took a simple handshake to grasp those lines. I tell ya, she was pretty go

  ●•.Lance was not only a part of me, I was also part of him as well .As I lived through him ,he also lived through me .He was the brains and I was the common sense. He would write something out of this world and he'd stare deep in me as if he intended to read my thoughts while i read his piece. He always managed to shock me for part of what he wrote was so dark to digest. I would then let him know that somethings just needed filters for all his words painted a different world ,a world that we have decided to bury ."Nonsense ,that is not only foolish and ignorant .It is also delusional. How can one accept part of the world and intend to leave the rest to whom? .Who is supposed to carry the remaining for him or is 'he' of a different gender. You cannot choose to see the light without acknowledging  the darkness .For there is no such thing as 'good or bad' it is good and bad. They come as a package deal. You can not take one and decide to leave th

                                         •¡•Let me show you a view of this world that you see a glance of during those poverty adverts .It is not as bad as they portray it, it is like buying a cheap sneaker without knowing that there is a thing such as a vans,nike,adidas probably from Germany .Auther was 2 years when his parents left from home to find work from those cities of Africa. So he definitely doesn't know how his mom looks like for during this time technology is at it's poorest. There is no signal in the villages for there aren't phones either unless if you head to Paili a Gas station stranded and often fully occupied by those similar faces the Dutch once worked there by work ,I mean had power of it until the great uprising.These cities swallow you and spit you out leaving you tasteless like those chewing gums that come wit

   ○•Voice 1:Open,open your mind, yes your mind's Eye, wider ,again-Now tell me -what do you see?-Voice 2:"I don't ,I can't seem to see anything. It's blank. Dark and somehow shaded with light ." what is this?. Where is this? .Why can't i feel anything ?.Why can't I move? Where is the grass, the sand, the creatures ,the air, the sky, those far apart stars, the waters and many more?"Voice 1:"* You mean Earth?. Let Us say"in the beginning there was darkness and within darkness there was light, for these two existed through each other.Voice 2:"Pardon me, what does light and darkness have to do with 'life'?Voice 1: 'Life' doesn't exist yetIt has all vanished as we speak you are beyond existence.Voice 2:"And what are you?Voice 1:"I'm a mere voice with

Take it one step at a time.Jumping does not make you ahead.For you'll soon or later have to revisit those skipped footsteps boy.Son: Okay..Son: Dad! If I mayYes boySon: why do people often disagree?Umm ..The world is full of different humans. We might be similar but we are far from being the same.Son: What does that mean?It means, Your right might be my wrong and your wrong might be my right. So at some stage we are bound to reach an impasse.Now stop with the questions and