Cédrick Irakoze

The Underrated Pandemic The novel coronavirus period has shown the world so many other things that people barely knew or just ignored. Among other things, another pandemic that had been underrated was unveiled: Fake news. (Un) fortunately, this disease, not treated in labs and medical rooms, was not that very much known. Due to the global pandemic, his company, Infodemic, also spread around the world. Some people came to take it more seriously, at least, not just in some parts of the world. There is, therefore, a shared responsibility to feed the world with healthy information. A virus unveiled his elder kin. Some wars don’t get enough attention until those who cry do it louder, louder enough to get to everyone’s ears in the remote milieus. Is it always because the fights are less worrying that they don’t get enough attention? Not necessarily. Oftentimes, we need the wind to intensify the turbine to finally realize that it was there. From Wuhan, a city in the Hubei provin...

FOR WRITERS AND EDITORS ONLY :) One of those genuinely interesting articles about a subject that is rarely tackled for reasons oftentimes interpreted as selfish, ignorant or impotent. Some fiction geeks will thrust your sealed novice hunger of HOWs and WHATs in creative fiction or non-fiction writing in the stop-and-never-remember-to-ask-this-again dustbin.  Gary Smailes played the same card with a different technique and conviction. He compiled this amazing and so inspiring aricle that I personally think is worth sharing here. Don't get me wrong, it's Gary Smailes, one of my best editors ever. Here we go... As usual, I am going to illustrate one technique, or best practice, that you can apply to your future writing projects. Today is a long one. I’ve been working on this article for a few weeks but thought that it was an important topic worthy of the 3000+ word count. So, today, I want to talk about narrative viewpoint. One problem I see on a regular basis,...

                                THE HOLY HELL HOUSE    by Cédrick_Irakoze Link to PDF free download Evenings were just unimaginable. There was no right to wait for nights to blow in and go hide in the bubble-like cages, most of them covered by herbs from the forest of snakes. Nights were just a promised hell for those who have an idea. Anyway, this part was better than the other from the second edge of the river, the magical one from which no herd could drink for unless it was at its last citizenship encounter. This was also not usual as no child could dream of swimming in it. Not always hated, however, it was also a source of abundant harvests. One part of the plane was always flower-like; it fed people and savages in the area. Mother was the name of the plane and everybody was proud of being born somewhere it was located. The other side was unique, for not even ten people in the ...