New Year’s Eve In A Junkyard: The ‘reject’ hideaway

In the shadows of the night, as a roaming light hits her face briefly, I see a pure form of beauty in her struggle, like the lines across her face connect to form a map- an untold story of the places she had been and the things she had seen. A story begetting many stories that transcend space and time, for a woman, who I noticed, does not acknowledge time.

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Omo Ale

He looked up and held up his hands with one palm outstretched, while the other was balled up in a fist except for a thumb sticking out. I looked at him again and finally found the soft, innocent eyes of a six-year-old.

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First published this on Valentine’s day. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it too.

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Race Against Time

The air was dry and still. Esosa could feel the back of her throat go dry, itching with thirst. Sweat dotted her forehead and heat prickled at the nape of her neck. The sun beat down furiously and she wondered if it was aggravated from the world’s sins or just the gravity of hers alone. […]

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Tap. Tap. Tap It had begun. She could hear the footsteps down the hall. She panicked, eyes searching the room frantically. Should she hide underneath the bed? Should she jump out the window? Please, not another night. She doubts her body could take any more. Tap, tap, tap. It was louder, closer and she felt the […]

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Another Short story of mine first published on September 27, 2015…Enjoy xx     It was well past midnight. A silent hour. They could hear the crickets chirping in the bushes and they felt the cool night breeze brush the sweaty surface of their naked bodies. They were entangled, sprawled out on a mat cushioned […]

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