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‘Rip my heart apartEvery piece into more piecesLove is for foolish heartsNow I wish I had listened’.As I dropped my pen on my tear-soaked notepad, I felt weak like a surge of energy just left me. I sobbed silently on my bed. My mind in total disarray, I cried till there were no more tears in my tear ducts, till I felt like I couldn’t breathe, till I felt completely drained and I must have drifted 
Orsuelah · 406 days ago

                              Leila sat on her grandfather's easy chair, rocking herself absentmindedly as she fantasized about her future husband; how he'll propose to her on the shores of an Hawaiian beach with beautiful dancers all dressed in lovely mumus and grass-made crowns or how they'll  cruise in a Yacht across the Atlantic ocean and end up snorkeling or scuba diving in the underwater wor
CharleneKez · 420 days ago

"Yeah, it's me. Miss me?" "No! I hate you! Where have you been?" "Slow it down, volcano! I lost my phone the day I got to Lagos, almost immediately after I received your call" "You got robbed?" I gasped. "Let's just say 'Mr feather fingers' got it off me. I didn't feel a thing. I didn't even know till I got home" "Wow! What a welcome party" He laughed. "I'm really sorry I was unable to reach
Orsuelah · 434 days ago

   How painful it must to be timeless, to know it all…but even more painful, to be eternal, never able to taste the pain of death. Often I imagine we are but the dream of a God gone mad. That would explain why there is evil, a sleeping God couldn’t really do much against such…hmmm. For far too long I sat in deep contemplation about the existence of a creator being. One that is infinite, beyond s
willifmoore · 437 days ago

  Again, I found myself on the verge of the most dangerous place I had ever known…my mind. Some days it was a garden of beauty, most days, a void not even darkness could fill. From this existential prison with only sleep for temporary escapes and the hope of death for a permanent one, wrestling with time was all I ever did. Time, after all said and done, the spending of this priceless commodity
willifmoore · 437 days ago

  Eric was no stranger to the idea that he came off as a bit of an asshole. In his opinion, he was only brutally honest but people just didn’t like to confront the truth. They’d rather have a sugar-coated pill of lies to soothe their insecurities and enable them to maintain some false sense of value. He was sat across the table on an encounter he wasn’t sure could be classified as a date. The dat
willifmoore · 450 days ago

"I'm nervous, mum" "It's okay dear. You look stunning. Own the day" she said with a reassuring smile. That was the confidence boost I needed. I half-walked, half-skipped down the aisle, my smile wider than the Cheshire cat's in Alice in Wonderland. My gown was of the purest white I have ever seen, embellished with real rubies splashed across the bodice. I was in a church. I knew that because of t
Orsuelah · 460 days ago

Dear Angela,              I know you're slowly dying of so much guilt that your conscience has probably absconded in shame but one thing I think you should know is that I would never witch hunt you. Never! Our friendship was a masterpiece but you chose to blow it into the abyss. It hurts to know that you didn't think it evil to drive a poisoned stake into my heart. True, you must have done it out
CharleneKez · 463 days ago

  What is an idea? Ideas cannot be touched, seen, or felt, but they are as real as any object perceivable by the five senses. In fact they are so real that we have an entire system dedicated to securing ideas as personal or cooperate property. That is exactly what patents are for. In this chapter we will be looking at the nature of ideas and the implications presented by what we discover. To put
willifmoore · 467 days ago

Two weeks passed quickly and still no word from Jake. This was quite unlike him.  Every second that passed only seemed to heighten my worry. I became a devout Christian automatically, praying morning and night that Jake would be safe. I could not concentrate on anything and soon my friends noticed.  "Shay, are you okay?" asked Mims "Yes, I'm fine" I lied, wearing a plastic smile.  "If you can s
Orsuelah · 471 days ago

I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t mean to. It all happened so fast. One second we were having dinner at the table watching another bizarre home-movie and making fun of everything we could pick out done wrong, the next second I’m covered with a rage beyond my control unleashing more terror than I ever imagined I was capable of.  It started when she decided to look at her phone. She had been doing
willifmoore · 471 days ago

Ever wondered why... Before I go any further do forgive me for three sins...maybe four..five..let's leave it at three. One, I am new here and still absolutely confused. Two, I have not written in a long while and I am a terrible writer ( That does not stop me from inflicting mental pain on my readers with my written jargons). It is late and most people ( normal non psychotic people) have differe
Adapalava · 473 days ago

‘What ever happened to romance?’ she lamented, starting at her phone. ‘What’s the problem? Another dick pic from a Tinder hook up?’ ‘Even worse, he is asking for my nudes.’ Esther was beyond frustrated with what passed for 21st century courtship. It was bad enough that meeting now happened more online than anywhere else. She often found herself fantasizing about living in times when as she woul
willifmoore · 475 days ago

We couldn’t get enough of each other. Our moments in church were now too short. We started going out on real dates (Well, at least that’s what it seemed like to me at the time). We would go window shopping at malls which was always nice because I always got something nice at the end of the day. Soon, I had to start giving out some of the teddy bears he bought lest it became too suspicious (Don’t l
Orsuelah · 476 days ago

I wish they were completely honest with you- I wish they told you the reality…That knowing better doesn't always mean that you'll do better. I wish they told you that with the gift of introspection is its less attractive sister, deception. I wish they told you that even with this new found knowledge and ability to self reflect is the sister that lurks and waits for the right time to remind you tha
teminiran · 477 days ago

I knew I was going to do this sooner or later, but I just wasn’t ready, and the timing was never right for me. Either way, I had to brace myself and do it. I watched as he stood on the other side of the room getting ready for me. With his device, he looked very ready, but I wasn’t, I felt tense all over and knots swarm in my stomach. I was so afraid he’d hurt me. “Don’t be afraid dear, it won’t
CharleneKez · 478 days ago

Love is like a flower. In its blooming days, it smiles at the sun, embraces every drop of rain, dances with the wind and blesses the environment with its graceful beauty and calming scent. Yet when it withers, it is forgotten and quickly fades away into its inevitable rot.  Don't get me wrong, this is not a hate campaign against love. I'm just expressing my feelings. I'm Shania, I'll be 21 on the
Orsuelah · 479 days ago

The morning breeze was chilling against the tears that streamed from her face as she stared into the dark waters, leaning over the Third Mainland Bridge. She had heard all sorts of tales about this bridge and waters beneath it. There were the more outlandish stories involving water spirits popularly known as Mami-Water, and there were others closer to reality like car crashes and suicide jumps. To
willifmoore · 480 days ago

I hate it! I really hate it! These thoughts echoed in her mind like a distant scream into the longest tunnel. She stared at the mirror wishing for something. Anything but this. And, no, not the mirror you’re thinking of. This mirror didn’t reflect the world for what it was, far from it. This was the black mirror, a hammer that forces beyond her control relentlessly used to beat the world into sha
willifmoore · 483 days ago

My primary school teacher described it best when she told us that culture can be defined as a people’s way of life. It is very common that culture is mistaken for tradition and it isn’t difficult to see why this happens. A more expansive definition of culture would describe it as the manifestation of the collective ideas held by a group of people. Tradition on the other hand, is only a vehicle to
willifmoore · 491 days ago
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