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“…mummy I’m tired. Can we go back to daddy now please?”
“No! We’re not going back to daddy, and stop distracting me!”
Silence reigned in the dark interior of the car thereafter.
Shifting my attention back to the empty moonlit road ahead, I stole a couple of occasional glances at my petulant four year old as she lay deflated on her seat. I felt bad for snapping at Kiki, but her whining for us to go back home to her daddy had finally gotten on my More...
Charles yawns aloud and stretches his joints, then yawns aloud again. He isn’t that tired but his head feels like a wet sponge. For the past hour or so, assimilation hasn’t been easy. He looks outside the window at the darkness of the empty car park then back at the textbook in front of him and shakes his head. Discouragement is evident on his face, there are still too many pages untouched and the chemistry test is just four days away. Yet he can’t concentrate; the urge is strong upon him More...
I wanted revenge badly, but nothing beats serving it cold and totally unexpected. Getting even needed a good plan, so I gave the bastard a while to cool off while I opened another account and built up a new profile with pictures from a hot US-based friend of mine who wasn’t into the whole social media scene. I waited all of six months in the shadows, before I went fishing for his attention.
Ever the narcissist, he took the bait without much ado.
Knowing his modus operandi gave me an undue advantage. More...
He is online, and that pleases me beyond what words can describe. It is time to travel the last mile. Quickly I send a greeting to his inbox. He doesn’t respond immediately, but I know he has read my message.
This posturing is part of our ritual cum mating dance. He is the alpha male, fully crested and aware of his irresistible allure, and I am the stricken mate, mostly ignored, sometimes tolerated, but drawn all the same to his bright colors. It usually takes an average of thirty minutes for More...
Credits rolled on the TV screen, signalling the end of the movie. Olu picked up the remote control and reduced the volume, then aimed a playful kick at his friend’s ankles.
“Wake up sleepy chicken, the movie is over now.”
Sola muttered and got up from his position on the floor, then slowly stood up and yawned loudly.
“Thank God it is,” he said, stretching his body as he did so. “Only God knows what you see in all these crazy and psychotic horror movies you devote your time to watching. More...
As the seconds tick,
So does my heart beat.
Every second of every minute and every hour….
Many thoughts will come,
And a few of those will eventually find their way,
To being shared in this domain.
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