Novels by Woyengimiebi Christabel Miebai

THE SONG IN THE DARKJack's point of View I do not know how long I walked. It felt like a long time. I was just. Walking and I did not pay attention to the time. The walking just seemed to go on. I was walking for a time I think, because I was not really thinking about the time I was just thinking about my walk.Time felt really off in this place. The sky was always the same. There was no sun to shine during the day and no night to sleep. It was that dark sky with all these weird symbols floating around all the time. These symbols never seemed to rest. The sky was always like that with these symbols floating there never changing, never going away. The black ceiling, with all these floating symbols was always there it never slept.My body felt it though.It really wanted to. So it seemed.My legs feel really tired. They are dragging. My head feels very heavy. It is getting harder and harder to take a step. The hunger is burning inside me then it starts to feel like an ache. My eyes

NO SAFE ZONEJack's point of View I did not move for a long time.I just stood there staring at the place where the ruin hound had died. The ground was still dark, with the ruin hounds blood. My hands would not stop shaking.I did something. I killed something. The thing I killed is gone because of me. I am the one who killed the thing.Not by being strong. Not by being skilled.By being desperate.My shoulder really hurt it felt like it was, on fire. Every time I took a breath the pain moved through my chest. The blue screen just sat there quietly like it was waiting for me to fall over again.I looked down at myself. I saw my body and my own clothes. My eyes were looking at my hands and my feet. I was looking at myself.My shirt was torn. It was really bad. Blood got over the fabric of my shirt. My legs felt very weak. They felt like they might give out on me at any second. My legs were like that because of the blood, from my shirt.I looked at my status to see what it says. My sta

Player ZeroJack's point of View That is probably why they chose me. I think that is the reason they picked me. They must have thought I was the person, for this so that is probably why they chose me.That night started like every night. It was really quiet and dark outside. The night felt much like all the other nights that had come before it the night.The ground under me was concrete. There was cardboard all around. I could hear the sound of cars going fast overhead. It sounded like they were all in a hurry to get somewhere. I was lying under the bridge with my backpack held tight to my chest. This backpack had everything I owned in it. I had two shirts that I wore all the time. I also had one pair of socks with a hole, in the heel. Then there was a bottle that was half filled with water.. I had a phone that was cracked and had not worked in months. The bridge was my home now. My backpack was all my stuff.My stomach hurt. This was nothing, for me. The feeling of hunger does not

No One Notices the WeakJack's point of View People think that being homeless means you are a person.. That is not what being homeless is like. Being homeless is about the person who's homeless, like the homeless person and what they are going through. The homeless person is not always loud that is just what people think.People think that homeless individuals beg all the time. People think that homeless individuals shout at others. Homeless individuals are thought to smell bad on purpose. That they choose to live like this.The truth is, you learn to be quiet. I think that is what happens when you are, around people all the time. You figure out that it is better to be quiet and listen. The truth is, you learn to be quiet because it's easier that way. You do not have to worry about saying something when you are quiet. The truth is, you learn to be quiet and it becomes a part of who you're.You have to fold yourself up small so that you do not bother anyone. You have to sit still for