Quiet Morning

Hello 2015! Hello my ever awesome readers! I will skip the excuses and small talk and go straight to business. Since my brain is still trying (unsuccessfully) to whip up something awesome for my “great return to writing” I will just leave you with my entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups. The prompt this week is … As I put the decorations away I…

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I read this in ‘THISDAY Style magazine’ and I love it.


Boys are stronger than girls? Please, Can you bleed for a week and survive? Can you squeeze a 14 inch baby from a 10 centimeter hole? Can you carry a seven pound baby in your stomach for nine months? Can you take care of a child, cook, clean AND talk on the phone at the same time? Can you carry a 108lb shopping bag? Can you go a week only eating salad? Can you face heartbreak? Can you watch the love of your life be with someone else? Can you burn your forehead with a curling iron and not complain? Can you wear a string as an underwear all day? Can you walk all day in a five inch pumps? Can you cry all night and then wake up in the next morning like everything is okay?…

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His Eyes

“Please, I am begging you. Don’t leave.” I have resorted to begging her to stay. I am standing at the door of our home and blocking her exit. Hoping that I can somehow change her mind and make her stay.

Since that last big fight, she has refused to listen to or speak to me. She does not even acknowledge my presence.

It hurts. It hurts so much that I get so angry and smash things. She notices that. My anger. She always notices my anger.
A yelp accompanied by a frightened start and then she looks at the pieces of the smashed object on the floor near my feet. The most annoying part is when she looks up and at me but then, after seeing her face, I can never stay angry because I can see the tears as they gather in her eyes.
After my angry outbursts, she locks herself in the bathroom and cries. I do not know if she thinks I can not hear her, but I can and it breaks my heart that I have made her cry.

I have apologised for getting angry and walking out on her in my anger. Still she refuses to speak to me. It is so frustrating and I end up getting angry and smashing something to get her attention and only end up getting her tears. Why won’t she just speak to me?

Now, she has chosen to leave. I do not want her to go. I do not understand why she does not speak to me so we can work this out.

So here I am standing at the door of our house and ready to use brute force to stop her from leaving me. Continue reading

Home Coming Part 1

It had been a long time since he had gone home to the village. His parents had succeeded in keeping him away after that incident 15 years ago.

After they had moved back to the city, the nightmares had started and then as he got older, they had turned into dreams which became more infrequent and eventually came once in a while mostly when he was extremely tired and fell asleep in that state. He didn’t know why they had finally agreed to let him come along on this trip and the fact that he had mixed feelings about being back in the village didn’t make him so comfortable. His discomfort was taken away by the memories of his first trip to the village. Continue reading