The sun sitting heavily upon the nape of my skin burning it’s way anxiously into my bones. My excitement made me pay little worry to the sun. My 5000 words short story which I had sent to the group chat the day before had received a few accolades, it would be the topic of discussion … Continue reading Murder- 5:19pm.
Maybe it was the tight brown trousers that hugged my bottoms like an obsessed lover holding on to her man at a public gathering. Or the way this yeye dog; star kept on staring at me, like i was some male retriever and it was ready to mate. God forbid! I cannot be having such … Continue reading Out of place.
I watched the expression on his face change from that of pleasure to discomfort the minute I took off the mask. Revenge ceremoniously took it's seat on the throne, killing the seductive atmosphere. His eyes widened in surprise like I had envisioned, big white balls with black circles staring worriedly at me. Sweat trickled down … Continue reading Deja vu – The reality.
About the girl in the mirror. One time it should be different, there should be a time we sync. Me and the girl in the mirror. We look the same but are different in every way. We live in different worlds. We breathe different air. She is flying somewhere in space and I am here … Continue reading Girl in the mirror.
I saw a face in the water and it looked awfully familiar. One I would recognize anywhere, any day. Even in a drunken state. In a dream. If it were left to me, I wouldn't choose to know this face, because of the person wearing it. It would have been better if it had been … Continue reading When I grow up I want to be salt.
photocredit-pexel.com The feeling of being needed is that which every human has felt at some point in their lives, still feels. It could come from your job, friends, family, spouse/partner, or that ex who you know doesn't deserve you and is with someone whom you think you are better than and you call a blinded … Continue reading The needed salt.
photocredit- pixabay.com Our hands were raised high, swaying to the beat of the music. Set to the highest volume. Thin, frail mass of bones covered with sagging, battered flesh. The raging sound riveted the strangers standing by end of the field and watching us. "Tell them to keep quiet already," someone yelled. "Let them be, … Continue reading Dancing with the pain.
As we choose to answer the call made on our lives to be the revolutionaries the world has been waiting for, to be the agents of the firm of change that our fathers created. We ask that you support and encourage this decision of ours. This unpleasant journey, and we chosen just like Moses and … Continue reading The journey has begun.
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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