FOON NIZZY MILES

  BOGARTS By  Joseph Jedidah Bogart reaches outside of the hotel, still under Shabazz’s spell, her voice bellowing inside his head, “my beauty, my Bogarts, come for me, come for me” she says. The soothing hypnotic tone, she has him in her crystal ball, completely under her control. Bogarts grips the silver door handle stepping inside the hotel building. He slowly walks down the eerie hallway,  a gloomy ghostly gleam projected by the   ceiling lights, reflecting off his round thin silver frames. He sees the door, the voice echoes more "come to me my beauty, come in, open the door” says the voice. Bogarts opens the door and walks in the room, closing it softly behind him. He sees her, laid on the bed naked, a window by her with ebony ruby pearls around her neck. The moonlight glazes over her body like cream poured on a perfect slice of lemon cake. Suddenly, Frank Vincenzo steps outside of the bathroom, he sees Bogarts. He becomes instantly frantic, he goes for the...

IMEK by Joseph Jedidah     The night is alive, the trees speak and the long grass hums, Pinker slave plantation unsettled by an entity awoken. Floyd Pinker hears a howling scream from outside, racing to the porch, holding his shotgun in one hand and a lantern in the other. He rushes outside, aiming the weapon at the darkness, "who's there"? He shouts, "what the hell is going on here" he growls? He sees what appears to be two scarecrows, stuck in the ground in front of his home. Confused by this, he continues to move closer, realising the scarecrows are his sons Lloyd and Boyd. Who were impaled with pikes,  skewered up their backs, against their spines and stuck upright, with their arms stretched out wide.  He turns around, looking back at the house, to see his home on fire. His Wife Dolly and their Daughter Polly standing in front of it, covered in blood with the symbol of a half-moon finger painted on their foreheads. His three other Daughters named Molly, Case...

PIGEON By   Joseph Jedidah A split between affluence and poverty, a row of dilapidated buildings positioned opposite luxurious hotels, casinos and restaurants hosting the elites. In a shadowy alleyway, Pigeon, dressed in dark camouflage, climbs up a damaged fire escape on the side of a building. Reaching the top he then grabs hold of a slab and lifts himself onto the roof. Running to the edge of the front, he drops the sports bag down. Opening the bag, pulling out metal pieces, placing them on the ground in an orderly fashion. He easily assembles the pieces to form a rifle, given to him by Mr Bostock.  He tucks the buttstock under his left armpit, balancing the nozzle on his right forearm. One eye looking down the scope, with the armed weapon pointing at the entrance of  Cesare Palace. Faux golden steps leading up to a long tall door with a triangle point at the top, two thick magenta velvet veils positioned on either side of the door. He sits patiently for hours, anticip...

  BANG CLAP POW    Written by  Joseph Jedidah  Edited by Kemi Fontaine                   copyright 2025 Joseph Jedidah cover photo Joseph Jedidah cover design Kemi Fontaine photography Kemi Fontaine All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the press written  permission of the publisher except for brief quotations  in a book review. more information Don't make me run at you, Wavin’ a gun at you, crying to my mum and your mum because I came and duppyed you Wiley  Chapter One: DETACHMENT   BANG The sun begins to set, slowly turning from a deep blue, covered in a pattern of snow-white clouds, into a dark sand glow. It covers the sky as the sun falls further away, the transition of day turning into night has begun. The darkness pours into the atomsphere, like a french cognac filling up a glass. The emergence of stars in the vast...

 THE HEIST BY JOSEPH JEDIDAH The security guard’s wrists and ankles are bound with wires, he is on his knees. The Masked Robber says to him “don't be so worried, we need you to relax”. The robber pulls a long Havana cigar from his overall pocket. The Robber places the cigar  in the guard’s mouth and lights it. The guard inhaled the fumes, frantically puffing on the cigarillo, the smoke rising to the ceiling, the guard begins to calm. “See that’s better right, what’s your name”? asks The Robber,  ”Jerry, my name is Jerry” replies the Guard.  “You got any kids and little jerrys at home”? asked the Robber, ”yeah I got two little girls replies Jerry. “Oh, that's a beautiful thing, nothing is more precious than children” says the Robber. The robber pulls a large bottle of brandy from a bag on the floor, pressing the rim of the bottle up against Jerry’s lips for him to take a sip of the beverage.  “Ah you feel better”?says the Robber, “yeah I feel alright” Jerry repli...

  Direct Message / Dirty Message Written By Josey & Jozee In a large empty photography studio based in Camden, North London. In this large room contains two tall white backdrop screens with umbrella lighting on the edge of the screens, the setting is illuminated by the 135w bulbs beaming from the thin black stands shaped like two huge lamps. A round wooden coffee table positioned adjacent from the photograph set. The large wooden table, newly polished with two black steel frame chairs with lime green cushions on the seat and back. In the middle of the table is a large black tray filled with a stack of three different sized cups, a selection of condiments in white square porcelain containers filled with sugar packs, a variety of coffee packs, hot chocolate packs, a bowl marshmallows, a bowl tiny chocolate cookies, a jug of milk, a cup of cream and a canisters filled with tiny spoons, a modern shaped silver metal kettle right the middle of the tray. A young woman named Jozee is ...