There is only two feet of him. Two feet of fur on a semicircular head. No visible neck. He reminds me  a lot of that “Captain Caveman” character from the Mystery Angels cartoon. His movement makes his grotesque barrel-shaped figure wobble from side to side like a penguin. His eyes are the most striking part of him. They are very human. They are glossy, almost like he was constantly on the verge of tears. His face is infinitely wrinkled and would strike fear into any person. I am assuming this my pursuer is male.

I was surprised the first time I encountered him,ages ago. He wasn’t at all what I expected. This does not matter. What matters now is that I should not be his prey. He has pursued me for so long..and now, here we are. I have run from the present into the future..and now I am in a place I cannot recognise. The building is familiar, but not the Time. The once occupied hostels are overrun with thick weed. There seem to  have been a succession of vegetation here. Two hundred years worth. How did I know that?  I know he is outside the building. In the jungle. He is looking for me.

I am in the darkness of the interior, though it is day outside. I can’t run anywhere else. I know this is my only shot in this world.

Stay in this building. keep still.

He is coming nearer, sniffing me out. I am petrified, for I know of the oblivion that will be my lot if he ever catches me. I cannot see how this small thing could possibly harm me, but images of darkness assail my mind when I think of what the ending of this matter could be. I do not have a prayer to say. The thought does not occur to  me. You are not afraid enough if you ever have the composure to say a prayer when in trouble. My heart pounds in my chest.

Suddenly an ululation emanates from the searching form. In the very quiet jungle, the sound carries far. Why is there no one else here? It seems we are the only two in this world. I hear his words.

“I know you are somewhere here”, his voice is ancient and raspy. His threat only begs me to question.

Why is my school building suddenly in the jungle? Is this really the future?

He sniffs the air loudly. I am afraid he has picked my scent. My eyes open in terror. I can see him. Through the walls of the building I can see him. but how is that even possible? I feel him as though we were of kindred spirit. He suddenly stands still. The next few moments shock me. A large brilliant yellow and spotted leopard appears in his path. Ah. This is what he sniffed out, I guess. The leopard is huge,about half the size of an elephant. A wonder to behold.  It accosts him, fangs bared threateningly. Ah! I am saved. Surely…

It happens far too quickly, in a blur that is as clear as slow-motion. He moves towards the beast, his small mouth open. There was no deformity in his mouth or any form of surrealism to the scene but right before my witness…the leopard is swallowed up. A terrible miracle. I move back by half a pace, my eyes wide open. My fear piques and my amazement makes my heart pound. I have underestimated him. Fuck! I just moved.

He looks at the door to the building. This building that is inexplicably my fortress in the middle of the jungle. He smiles, a terrible expression. His lips actually go from ear to ear. Yes!  Now I know what to liken him to. His face is a cross between the corpse of an old man and a gorilla. He is far too ugly for existence.

Tears leave my eyes. So this is the terror of  dying. It is amazing how reluctant we are to die when faced with circumstances that threaten our lives.

He is coming now. Confidently. Could this really be the end of the road for me, after all these months of pursuit and narrow escapes?

Death is personally coming for me, and I am trapped.


An account of a dream. There is a lot more where this came from.

We hope to have something worth reading for you pretty soon. Keep the fire burning. Thanks all :*


34 comments on “End

  1. Mz_Shadee says:

    😮 😮 😮 😮 did u dream this? OMG! So very scary! Kai!
    Refreshingly different from what u usually write Martin (y)

  2. Kleopahtra says:

    Very vivid description. I was actually gripping the arm of the couch. I Liked it. :). The leopard and the boy share a kindred spirit. No?

  3. dhamyhan says:

    I wish my nightmares were this Vivid :((((

  4. MzLoulette says:

    Well, stick a fork in me cuz I’m done. Please never link me ever again! Lol..you creeped the living daylights out of me. Amazing imagery.

  5. MzLucyM says:

    Wowzers! Wt kind of dream is dis ekwe? Wn I say ur not normal now u’d be crying, is dis kind of dream normal now? Hian! Lol Brilliant writing tho.

  6. Haemlet says:

    Freakingly vivid! If that’s a fragment of your dream, how do you ever sleep?

  7. raihanah says:

    Wait…did you re-read “The Bottled Leopard” and the story got lost in your maze of a mind???

    Vivid. Very. If only my dreams make sense enough to make a story. Scenes keep merging into each other..

    When the school ‘appeared’ to be in the jungle…I knew it was a dream.


    • Ekwe says:

      Haha. Not. I have never read the bottled leopard,I think. This dream wasn’t a freak dream. It is actually the last in a trilogy with the same ‘hunter’. Hehehe. See as you ordered me to reply this comment sha. Issokay.

  8. Betty says:

    Ah. Dreams. Mine just seem abstract.

    Do have more dreams like this!

    I loved it, as usual.

  9. 0latoxic says:

    *sigh* I have very interesting, vivid dreams. Dreams that I wake up from with a start, knowing they would make amazing posts… but then those ‘memories’ are as easy to hold on to as tendrils of smoke. Jotting down the few tendrils into ink has never helped much either.

    That you were able to capture those memories (I’m assuming) is what I like about this. I am however inclined to suspect that your creative mind could not help but ’embellish’ the original dream. Would those suspicions be accurate?

    ps Several tense inconsistencies here. An edit is needed…

    • Ekwe says:

      Nah. The dream was not embellished.it was simply cut short…it has two plots before it ends dramatically…but the other is very abstract…describing it would make the post go off-point.

  10. @Frankices says:

    Not bad. I’ve had worse.

  11. weird_oo says:

    *drags jerrycan of water + ariel two sachets* Ngwa ekwem! Time for washing! Bring ya balls over here!

  12. It did read like a dream. Nice.

    (I have an issue with the word ‘oblivion’ in paragraph five, though. I know it’s supposed to mean extinction, disappearance, gone-ness etc in this context, but it just seemed like the wrong word. Not a big deal, but I never notice these things and that jumped out at me).

    Again, nice. Different from your usual.

  13. ibetapassmynebo says:

    Register for Deliverance program

  14. adaobiokwy says:

    Ekwem, may ur ink never run dry! U marvel…

  15. Kai! What kinda dream is this one?
    The only things I dream about are dollars and female(s) laps.
    Bros, dreams come true o! Try and see the light biko…

    Nice post.

  16. PreyingMantis says:

    Where you on your period when you wrote this?

    This story lacks the confidence of your previous works. You’ve written better stories. This particular story screams ‘amateur’.

  17. dbrizio says:

    I agree wit Olatoxic’s suspicion that ur creative mind might have embellished d original dream. Then he went ahead to mention inconsistences, when we all know dreams are inconsistent (tryna confuse me).

    I’m inclined towards the creative mind part tho, if dis was a dream, den it was most probably a day dream.

    That’s me doing my best imitation of a critic. Normal service resumes next.

    Half way thru d second paragraph, I dropped my phone and said to myself “Damn! Dis is a brilliant writer” loud enuff to get d attention of everyone within 50 metres of me. I’ll stop here before I get accused of bringing persil and distilled water to ur blog.

    PS: today(before I’d post) I was wishing u’d do a story on d apocalypse, and when I saw “END” I tot I had my wish. What gives?

  18. Blackteach says:

    Great post. Actually quite frightening. Sad u couldn’t escape tho

  19. Ekwe says:

    lool. I find you hilarious this boring morning. c’mon,do I have to speak english in every story,ehn? its a bloody dream. I was killing mosquitoes when it occured to me to write it,unedited…and remove the cobwebs on my blog. Hian. na wa for you o.Hahaha

  20. PreyingMantis says:

    More sanitary pads to your writing then.

  21. Curious says:

    Morbid!!! Deliciously crafted into a saccharine-sweetened dream-souffle!
    With a morbid after-taste.

    Can’t wait to see how this ends.

  22. afrosays says:

    I laughed.
    Ha! In your face!

    But petrified with terror though? Think abourrit.

    A pity, I’m numb to horror now, looking for something refreshing, and need I say it’s coming soon? On my blog perhaps?

    In your face x 50!

  23. terdoh says:

    Oh wow. The vigil I would hold if I had this dream…

  24. Nimrodking says:

    Very vivid.. I hope dis didnt happen in ur dream?! Another good work from u, keep it up….

  25. highlandblue says:

    This dream is scary not because of its graphic nature but because it is actually real.

  26. Moonraker_00 says:

    Scary shit. Why didn’t you speak in tongues in the dream na? You need more of Jesus :p

  27. Raymond says:

    Hmm…. A bit surreal, but not scary…at least not for me. But U did good. Keep having dreams like this; U should see what I daydream about. And who said he was numb to horror? Maybe I need to scare some people, break some hearts…
    Keep it up bro. We need to connect on FB bro.

  28. ThinkTank! says:

    Cool story bro.

    This dream is quite interesting to say the least.

    I like the disjointed nature of the description of the dream. Its very dream-like. Art imitating life and what not.

    Cool story.

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