Elijah's Life Experiences

Many a time, you may have heard about the saying that "Blood is thicker than water" . Don't agree, well read on ...              Blood is thicker than water.             I had always despised him. I had always wondered why he had been treated better than me. He was always the apple of my parent’s eye. On the other hand, I was perpetually lashed out at. To me, I was the black sheep in my family. At school, he scored better results than me. He was none other than my brother, Jason. Little did I expect things to change for the better after that incident.             “ Your brother is really such a jerk. I agree with you, he really is one,” My best friend, Thomas replied once I had narrated to him how things had turned out between Jason and I during recess at an alley behind the canteen. Thomas was a more reliable person. Whenever I tell him about any setback I might be experiencing, Thomas would always dispense sound advice to me. His close friends also told me

Kidnapped! Yet another from my unpublished collection ...              Never.             “I can’t believe I’ve just walked all the way to the supermarket just to find none of the things Mother had asked me to get her,” I muttered. It was at night, and Mother had asked me at the last minute to purchase some groceries. Lady Luck was certainly not on my side that fateful day, since none of the groceries she asked for were sold! As glum as an oyster, I trudged back home. To save some time, I decided on taking a shortcut through the neighbourhood park back home.             It was a decision I would soon regret.             Without warning, a gloved hand covered my mouth. I struggled in vain, but whoever my attacker was seemed to have a grip as strong as iron. Left with no other choice, I bit my attacker’s hand in a bid to fight him off. He let go. Kicking him in the stomach in a fluid motion, I then took to my heels like a gold medal Olympian. Never did I stop to glance

An Unwelcome Visitor From my archives ...           Bitter.          Albert and I were not the best of brothers. From childhood, Albert had always been the black sheep of the family. He always got into fights at school and barely made the cut at any exam he did. I was different. Very different. I passed my exams with flying colours and was the apple of our parents’ eyes. As such, Albert grew green-eyed and as envious as a Spaniard. He always bullied me at school with his gang of friends, turning my peers against me with malicious rumours. However, that was not satisfactory enough for him. Growing up, Albert constantly harassed me. However, I did not expect things to turn for the worse that fateful day.          Sarah and I plopped onto our brown leather sofa. Our eyes were fixed on the television screen as it flashed scenes from “Dracula Untold”. Sarah and I were newly weds. What had attracted me to Sarah was her long raven black hair cascading down her perfectly shaped