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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Bondage: Start Again
Blurb Mad lust and good looks bound her by her hands and feet, and whisked her over its shoulders. Wistfully, she smiled as she was carried away, unaware that she had just begun a journey that would leave her powerless. Follow Laura’s tragic journey back to light. Story “Next time,...
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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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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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Trapped In My Body
Blurb When darkness is your only admirer and the mirror mocks you in glaring light, what is left of your self esteem? Story “Did you see Miss Piggy today?” “Her mother should have swallowed her!” My heart sank as I listened from one of the stalls, with my knees drawn...
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Nine Lives
Nine days for the thief and one day for the owner of the house... The words surfaced from nowhere and germinated in the back of my mind like unwanted weed. I wasn’t sure where I had heard them but it was surprising how it emerged when it was least needed....
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Before Letting Go 3
"I can just approach her. After all, she is my colleague. I can just walk over there and introduce myself." These were Akpan's thoughts, but it was a bad mistake...
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Letting Go, 4
And there he was, looking rough and worn out in a tired suit, but still a better representation than what he had been earlier that morning. Why did he always look so tired? She wondered. Had God answered her prayers by slapping karma down on him hard after all these...
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I Met The Devil’s Child
Mama always told us that at midnight, the village witches turned into crows and owls and would sing their dirges in the evil forest. I and Ali would quiver under the ankara sheets, frightened to our toes...But Ali was no longer frightened.
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