“Just a little village, nothing to see here” I say to the officer.

“This is your neighborhoods second complaint, don’t make it a third” he says.

I nod and wave him goodbye. When he’s out of sight the whole village sighs in relief. The whole village meaning me. Everybody else who lives here is well…not alive.

I run to the cemetery and open the church doors to find Oklan, Harmony, and Stephan pl...

This is just a village

Nothing to see here

Money grows on trees

And the clouds sprinkle peace

This is just a village

Nothing great or spectacular

The rivers flow with love

And the air welcomes all

This is just a village

Don’t look just pass

The houses are made with thousands of rooms

Each one made for someone new

This is just a village

You don’t need to peak

Black and white are same in sight...

It’s just a village,

It’s not important,

It’s just a town,

It’s not significant,

It’s just a city,

That’s built for business.

Places built for economies,

But not for people,

Live in sequel,

Scream at the unequal,

Even in rhe face of death,

We are thought of as lesser

My breath, my town, my community is less,

It’s designated in a hierarchy of power

And everyone thinks there’s nothing to see

...

Walking down the village path, I start to daydream. There is nothing much else to do here, even the seagulls are bored. I think about the last book I read, about exotic places I have never seen. An African plain, where the lions rule. Cold, hard to reach mountains, seeming devoid of life. But creatures do live there, you just have to know where to look.

I reach the small beach, and start to c...

Joe sat on his park bench in the village square, watching while the removal truck and it’s men dissected his childhood home. Ten days had past since the council declared Newark-on-Sea unsafe for human inhabitants, but the wound, for him, was still fresh. He knew that costal erosion and flooding would eventually turn his home inside out; but the uniformed intruders, vindicated by their official cou...

“Just a little village. Nothing to see here,” was the message posted on the sign nailed to the roadblock. James didn’t believe it for a second. He’d been traveling through the brutal desert for days. He was just about ready to give up all hope. His 87’ El Camino was low on fuel. His water supply was dangerously depleted and he was almost out of food.

“Nothing to see here.” Maybe there was nothing...

“Just a little village, nothing to see here.” His voice was low, barely audible but they all heard him. Of course they heard him. “Just us and our little village.”

She looked at him in shock, no astonishment. How could he just stand there and lie to the head of police. Maybe it was because she was always terrible at lying. Whenever her mother asked her if she took more than one sweet from the swe...

“Don’t you wanna stick around?” Earnest asked his partner. “See what’s going on while we have a bit of downtime?”

“Just a little village,” said Terry between bites of his donut. “Nothing to see here.”

They were sitting in a local pastry shop of a small village called Smallton, which lied just a couple hours north of the Capitol. The two had finished their mission early, and were scheduled bac...

Just a village, they say. Well they don’t know what this village has been through. It’s been to hell and back with me. It was my home and sanctuary in such desperate times. Now, look at it. Nothing but ashes here. They WILL pay for what they did. I pleaded and I fought, yet they showed no mercy and burned my place of refugee to the ground. They started this battle, but I’ll end this war. ...

Just a little village, nothing to see here. Don’t mind the straw symbols hanging in the trees. Yes, we are aware that some of them have animal bones in them. It was an art project for the children. No, that’s not red paint. Well, animal blood is cheaper and easier to get around here than acrylics. Better for the environment too. Alright, let’s move on!

Mind your step- there are some skulls around...