The midnight experience (flash fiction) 

Fear stroke my heart when I heard a silent jump into my abode at exactly 2am. I took a quick glimpse around but nothing I see. Rather, I saw a shadow moving in slow toons on the fence. Quickly, I checked to see if Simba was settled somewhere, but, I didn’t see him. Then, I knew he too noticed what I noticed. I smiled in profuse joy when Simba chased the burglar right back over the fence. Before the midnight experience, I knew I was safe because, he is the buckler that made me understand that, as the night was blind, only he could be its eyes.


Fictions on kenslitepen blog 👌

Hello everyone and a good day to y’all, i hope everyone’s day went well and for those who are at the middle of the day, i hope yours is going well. 

It feels good to write an informative message to y’all, you know, as usual i just post a poem and interact with everyone on the comment box. So, here’s the thing, last month i introduced articles to my blog aside poetry and today I’m intorducing fictions, these recent introductions is to make me a better writer and have an interesting and captivating blog, i hope you guys love my idea. Tomorrow I’ll post the fiction i composed today, it’s a flash friction though. See you guys soon

Good character 

Her character, she had to train

But money, fame, she tried to attain
With a dull mind, she assumed 

With false actions, she presumed 
On her own she lived

For a while she believed
Another will come her way

Another will come to stay
But deep down she knows all

Her new fate will be in flaw

Dear, dare not linger

My wailing waves of nostalgia sweeps my joy away. 

Thrillingly i push with pressure, 

But hold on to the ecstasy i leave, 

When i hug your dotted skin. 
I try to keep the volume low, 

But my tensed syllable still speaks. 

To shuttle to and fro is my calling, 

And a call i am indebted to answer. 
In deep shivering faith, 

I hope to break the bounded sea shore, 

I hope to embrace the warmth, 

Of your shaggy skin. 
But for as long as you acclaim me, 

I will remain strong, 

Even when nature calls, 

My swirling surfs will still roar. 

Betrayal (Shakespearean sonnet) 

The host, says the field is clear

We wonder in fear, we are unwell, 

Because the night draws near. 

It’s time for war, little time for us to dwell. 
Betrayer! traitor! 

Our comrade, our danger, 

A rouge vindicator. 

Once a captain, now a stranger. 
The host, our fellow, 

With no knowledge of that, bagged with trust. 

Our comrade, we follow, 

A death battle we did not know will burst. 
We were a fused prey to the host

A conjoined toast 

My mother

Strolling back home

With my back pack and smiles drawn on my face

My hands swinging in fluky motion

And jumps and hops with my feet down the road 
I took a long pause for what i saw

My home, my world, my mum

All burnt down, all gone

My smiling face now drawn in dismay 
In deep nostalgia i grieve and hope to have you again 

I’m only 10 to be my own mother and friend 

You were my sunrise you were my blessing
My soul yearns for your deeds again

The kisses before bed time

The lullabies sung 

The warmth of your embrace 

I want it all back
So i sit on this prosaic ground

Reminiscing my sheepish smile 

The smile that limns your love for me

I want you back 

In Gehenna with my pride

In a day called time, 

And a time that was day. 

I sat on him and pondered:

Reminiscing the role I’ve played being obtuse 

Remembering the conquering battle i had with bliss,

Because, in exorbitant extol, I exalt myself. 

I muse in misery in those memories, 

I ignored the chance to being humble, 

I gave a chance to water my pride, 

Now, it’s tall and firm, 

But with bad fruit it bear. 

In deep melancholy i have grown with my pride. 

Here I sit on its fribble branch, 

With my parlous, yet, an eye-opening  saw. 

Delusions of the insane

With all the precious I see on the routes
A blessed route I call it
The normals choose to ignore
Free food but they don’t see what I see

Free shelter but they choose to disregard
My bed could be anywhere
My food could be everywhere
Made by anyone

And i am immune to being unwell
Unlike the normals
My heart bleeds in sympathy for them
They know not what they do

Indeed I’m blessed
Who really is insane?
My dirt has become a jest
But my dirt still remains my crest