By Dima Adam Dima I dreamt of dying last night. Violently tearing asunder from my sternum to the top of my head Dissolving into the raging gale Like powder, like smoke, like sprayed water over the unwilling faces of my enemies So, they may turn me into a part of them with each horrid gasp. I …
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Building The City
By Dima Adam Dima It started like a seed buried underneath the mass of dirt of some tiny nameless village. Crawling sideways, upwards, seeking heaven It found light by way of the first concrete foundation. Cured by dirty water and the sweat of a dozen hungry masons. And brought up not by fortitude or some …
Leave Me Be
By Dima Adam Dima I will not preach you gospel. I will not fight your war. I shall not raise your banner against thieves and whores. I won’t slay your enemies unless they are also mine, I won’t run from your fears or seek your divine. I will bear no disdain for you or your …
The Chaos
By Dima Adam Dima Copyright 2023 All good things are meant to stay hidden so that only the worthy may find them’. A voice descended from beyond the darkness above. Upon that dusk sky where hope had once been emblazoned in a deep bloody etch Like the rolling of thunder, it called us forth. Summoned …
Family First
Concluded The very next day, he kept his schedule open in case the Professor called on him. As that day came and passed, his curiosity grew to match his worrisomeness. How had this happened? Wasn’t his solution fool proof? And why was Prof’s fate thus even after The Man had intervened? Wasn’t he powerful …
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Continued The men stood facing each other. Prof was blank yet again. “What do you need for this to work? What shall it cost me?” “What does she mean to you?” The Man asked. “She… is everything to me. That! Is what she is worth. Name a price and I shall gladly pay it” He …
Family First
By Dima Adam Dima Copyright 2022 The Man knew madness from a story told to him by his long dead mother. Cursed words rang verbatim. Over and over like some dark gospel that would never leave him since boyhood. Madness is the eye that peers into the truth without blinking. It wont blink for …
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