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This is the place we fell in love And made the world our little alcoveA place where nothing mattered but usAnd push never came to shoveThis is the place we made promisesTo live above the errsAnd be the perfect puzzle pieces Incorruptible by the world's vanities Now this is the place you restWhile I stand desolate and weepWhen we drew our picture-perfect life, You never told me there would be death
Orsuelah · 465 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 · 489 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 · 493 days ago

The first and most important rule of writing is that there are NO rules, only suggestions. Depending on what you are writing, who you are writing for, and what you want to achieve with your writing, the writer can do as they please. The web and books are filled with all sorts of rules. They encourage us to avoid clichés, to use simple grammar, short sentences, the list goes on. But in reality, the
willifmoore · 500 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 · 506 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 · 515 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 · 522 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 · 527 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 · 528 days ago

Doctor doctor, cure me at once I fear I may have a deadly ailment I set my eyes on him once And the flutter of my heart is beyond containment   Doctor doctor, save me I implore I think I may have some sort of paralysis My bones suddenly seem to be made of fur Around him, my words come in incoherent phrases   Doctor doctor, heal me of these burns For he has set my heart alight Opium to make me numb
Orsuelah · 531 days ago

3. Mechanics   In literally every art form, there is a certain mechanic aspect that births what we refer to as aesthetics. For writing, though all stories are made up of words and letters, not all writing are read with the same beauty. You can give two writers exactly the same story to tell and end up with two different looking scripts because writers vary in style. The mechanics aspect of writi
willifmoore · 531 days ago

Hey you there Yes Mister, I'm talking to you Don't just nod your head Come play with me, please do   Hey you standing over there You played with the others already Come lace my shoes or braid my hair Are you deaf or just heady   Hey you in the weirdest cloak I wonder what games you know how to play I will prance about like a defiant bloke Until you dance with me beneath the sun rays
Orsuelah · 533 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 · 534 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 · 535 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 · 538 days ago

What is a book? A collection of letters, words and sentences on pages with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Seems simple enough right? With the right burst of inspiration there is nothing to stop anyone from writing one. But then, everyone isn’t a writer, and even among writers, not every book or story has the ability to hold us to ransom demanding our complete attention. So what is it that make
willifmoore · 543 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 · 546 days ago

  With him gone, she was left with the sound of silence only broken by the tick-tock of her big clock. The air reeked of stale cigarette and sex mixed with the bittersweet smell of his perfume. Sweet because it reminded her of him in his absence, bitter because it reminded her that he had to go. She reached for a half empty pack of cigarette and sparked one on her lips. She didn’t necessarily enj
willifmoore · 546 days ago
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