Novels by Daniel Martins

I'll get back to all that ... Now back to our little story telling, our little time travel. I think I can write now.That reminds me, I was asked to write an outline about you D. It was a form and I was supposed to fill in who the characters were, their age, climax of story and all that, so I wondered, was I supposed to say the main character was you D, and that you're what, a month old? Climax of story, how would I know?So I just stated myself the main character, age 24, story outline, well time travel.It is though, going down memory lane is time travel, only that I can't change a thing , it sure still counts don't you think? Well let's travel back shall we?The Shhhh listen. You know how sometimes you can't tell when you're getting traumatized, like it's happening so smoothly you can't really tell right away, you just gradually start losing it. Like any misery, mine started looking for company.I wasn't the only ne

So D. HiI'm supposed to continue with my life's account, but I'm not sure how I feel right now.I haven't been able to make any entires for some days now, it's not just working. I mean it's my life and I know what happened, I can tell it, but I can't. I just can't even write. I honestly wish I'm busy enough to say I was busy. But I've had full days, from night till night, with nothing to keep me from writing, but still unable to note down a line of thought.My entires here aside, Talios has been seating docks for weeks unending.I've moved beyond doubting myself to something higher, now I'm not sure what's higher but I'm there.That point where it's not like things don't make sense, things just don't want to make sense even when you're trying to make em make sense.Though I probably have myself to blame for my current situation.I stayed a lot before being able to get into school —I'll probably give you the gist a later time— and after getting in, and getting my fees, I ended up not

I couldn't really understand what was happening to me, it was my first heart break — rejection actually, but who's asking? I had no idea something could hurt that much —yet. "With my heart damaged, this wound ran straight into the high throne of my soul and festered. Since the light that kept my day went dark, I found no reason to bask in any form of glow — not even daylight. Even moon light seemed toxic. So in my dark place I laid, my room cold and devoid of light, a perfect reflection of my heart. My stomach took no pleasure in earthly pleasantries and desired no food. My hands dettered from any appearance of work and my legs refused any function. It took a lot to convince my nostrils to accept the gift of life and my lungs to heed as well. It was an abysmal madness..." Yeah you wish. Going by this, I was bed bound in a dark room, curtains shut and light switches dismantled, no food nor desire to go about daily movement, the hell... Even if I remotely had this in mind, expla

Why could the world be so cruel to him? Why 7 years apart? How was that even possible? But he could take an oath that she definitely wasn't above 18, how did she cross that and even still hit the margin she did? What was he to do now?Well whatever it was, it at least had to wait for him to process what he'd just ingested.Waves on waves, oceans rising on ocean floors, drifting tires on a concrete slab, and finally erupting volcanoes, these were the swivels his mind began navigating through. But like a crazy ship captain or probably straight up Superman — cause of the volcanoes— one thing remained constant "I damn like this girl"Like a planted mount this thought remained constant in all the raging swivels, then a new thread started to unfold...what's there? Why not? I can't bring myself to unfeel this feel, I just have to speed up my life to meet up hers, How would her family see me though, I can't be seen as not enough, so I got to buckle up, I need to get my life in order — fu

Life... D, is like a mango treeIt grows and grows, till it's convenient...makes no sense, I know Well like this mango-life tree, the embers in my heart kept at it, each smile, each day together, every joke that went through kept fanning it. This raging cluster wind, gunning for my heart's embers wasn't wild, it was like a soft meat that melted seamlessly in the mouth of a certified gourmet, like a flavoured ice cream in the mouth of a daddy's girl, like a spiced food that caused a stirring for more.Each day I could take a walk with her after her long day at work was rejuvenating, then our talks. Mmmh... They made this yound lad wished the days had more hours in em, cause no matter how long I stayed at her shop with her, time showed no remorse, just galavanting with tremendous speed and stealth.Watching her smile made me more sure that she was the one. Her lips that dangled made grapes sorry, cause they didn't have that much fruitiness in their being, it made this lad want them a

'Why me?' wasn't even a sentence I could afford to use, as the only thing I did was rush to Mr Head teacher's office to confirm. And "Yes only 5 subjects" was his response, and he said it with no atom of sentiment, like somehow somehow, miraculously, I was supposed to be aware of this, like it was some common sense knowledge that flew in the air that everyone was privil to. Talk about emotional damage then add a raise.On the other hand, joy mixed with my blood stream swarm to every corner of my body, breaking the realm and moving to my soul. Finally things made sense, for someone who had been managing to keep up with 12 subjects, 5 were definitely a walk in the park, some real soft bread.And you'd think life at work became easy. Well it did, for the most part of it.Just like any other thing the session ran it's course, and we were done with that term and session. Being my first fruits I loved those kids, being the first ones I had to experience teaching on a professional level wit