March Contest

Heralds of death

By March 13, 2019 No Comments

A gunshot was heard,and then another as the nestling birds flurried away in fear.Everywhere became silent.Everyone was awake now,but no one dared go out or they might be the next body with a severed head making the eight a.m news.Tomorrow,surely they would all be woken by a mournful cry.In this part of town,gunshots were the heralds of someone’s passing.Everywhere became silent again.Journalist has just been shot, left to drown in his own blood.His lifeless body will remain till dawn. This is what he got for exposing corrupt leaders.


Leave a Reply

Forgot your password?

Enter your account data and we will send you a link to reset your password.

Your password reset link appears to be invalid or expired.

Log in

Privacy Policy


    Processing files…