The Life and Times of a Successful Middlechild: The Bad Guy
“Right, let’s keep buttering him up with compliments, especially every time we want to flash him his minimal profit margin… You know we can’t lose him. Keep him high on that horse; this season’s indicators strongly lean towards a bull run, we can make back everything we lost anyway.” I...
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The Life and Times of a Successful Middlechild: Elsewhere
Why am I aware of everything at once but nothing at all. There’s a lovely woman seated across from me, whom I’m supposed to be keeping company. I should be engrossed with the words coming out of her mouth, yet I find myself aware of everything else. But I do notice...
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Letting Go, 2
She had once been his for the taking. Once. He wondered what happened then. The past was a clutter of dawdled memories. He shook them off. He would focus on the Edima he saw today. How had she grown so beautiful over the years? Like an uninteresting shell, a cocoon...
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Blurb When love is naught but dashed hopes, and happily ever after is naught but a fleeting mirage, what remains is hurt and a longing for closure. This man was jilted by love, and finding closure can be a dangerous thing… Story I sit here completely lost, staring at the...
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Regret: The Things you should have known
“Just remember, if you need to use the bathroom, ring this little bell and I’ll be here in a flash,” Freddy said to me. His smile was warm and friendly, and his touch reassuring, but I felt belittled. It felt like the whole universe had finally taken a dump on...
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Letting Go
I kept my eyes on the board, unseeing. My sight distorted and void with smeared colors representing the features of my environment. I could not see. Not because I was blind but because there were tears in my eyes. Mr Uchenna's voice was loud, his baritone so deep I feared...
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Before Letting Go
Akpan moved his lips slow, licking to make them wet again. He glimpsed the other guys in the room without turning his head; no one was looking at him; Akpan was relieved. His spoon was at the ready in his pocket; it had been in his pocket all day, travelling...
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Dad’s Passing
I lay wide awake in bed, heavy with exhaustion but unable to slip away. The wailing kept me awake—an unsettling sound so broken and hollow, like a woman in excruciating pain; it seemed as if someone was seeking an end, ravaged and tired. It was the sound of my Dad...
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Before Letting Go, 2
Akpan's University journey is just beginning but already Pamela's curves have ensnared him...
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Letting Go, 3
A sharp gasp in the bathroom. He paused and listened, slowly but surely two soft moans followed. He knew that moan anywhere. He had heard it a thousand times from different angles and in different positions. The sensation that followed was almost indescribable.
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