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Faster than normal, my heart beats

Fear, tangible with the cold sweat on my palms

my breathing, short shallow puffs.

Outside the sun is shining, the birds are chirping.

It is a beautiful day and all is well with the world.

Why then can’t I shake this feeling of dread and apprehension,

why does my heart worry and trouble me with fears unfounded?

Two days and a phone call later, “You might wanna sit down honey, your dad… he’s gone… in an accident… two days ago”


My Blog of Many Stories


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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Daddy’s Home!



Thunder, lightening, a loud sound like a gunshot.

A window bursts open and breeze rushes into the house.

As she reached out to cover the candle, the flame flickered before it died, plunging the room darkness.

Firm flame

Firm flame (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lightening again and she thought the light made it seem like there was someone sitting beside her. A blink later, the electricity came back on.

Sitting beside her was her father, grinning like he had just won the lottery.

“Papa!” She flew into his arms. While hugging him, her eyes rested on a picture of her whole family.

It was taken the summer after her father had died.




That is my attempt at this week’s prompt from the 100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups

The prompt is this …The flame flickered before…

Let me know what you think.

Home Coming Part 1


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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

For My Love


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For this week’s 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups, we were asked to write something with the following words in it: LIBERTY    EMPIRE    APPLE    YELLOW    ENORMOUS

This is my attempt.



For My Love

I just want the liberty to live my life with my love.

With this thought she looked at the apple on the tray before her.

She was burdened with the enormous responsibility of marrying without love for the future of the empire.

I would rather die than betray my love, she thought.
With determination and sadness she picked up, took a bite out of and chewed the fruit. She squeezed her eyes shut and as tears fell down her cheeks, swallowed hard.

A few minutes later, the yellow light from the candle cast a glow on her lifeless form.



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For the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups, this week’s prompt is actually an image. I really had a hard time with this one. Let me know what you think though. Image and write up after the jump.



The villagers were panicking again.

That could mean only one thing – his pet had struck again. He quickly jumped out of bed and picked up his dark cloak, running out before he had fully worn it.

The walk to the cave was easy because all the villagers were on the opposite side of the island wondering about their livestock.

He smelt the blood at the entrance of cave and inside, the dragon turned and gave him what looked like a grin before spitting out a bone that joined the pile of bones to the side of the cave.

Family Dinner


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They were home alone and she was in his room.

Mom and dad had not yet come back from work and had called in to say they would be coming a bit later than usual. Since they were going to be alone in the house for a while, Ade decided they should go to his room.

He turned on the TV and put it on a music channel, turning down the volume so the music did not make it difficult to talk. Bimpe was staring blankly at the screen of the TV and started when he sat next to her on the bed. She looked up and smiled shyly at him. Continue reading

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups


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While browsing the web, in my quest for inspiration, I stumbled upon the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups.

This week’s prompt was this ….I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you….

This is my attempt.




The door opened and he backed in, while blowing a kiss to the woman in the car outside.

The huge grin on his face disappeared as he  turned into the house and saw her.

She gave him a look that spoke volumes, then she sighed deeply and said in a shaky voice, “I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you and come take a seat.”

When he was seated she said, “Ade, we need to talk.”

He looked from her face to the papers on the table in front of her and knew he had blown it.

She would never forgive him.

It was over between them.

The Art of Being Me


I have often wondered what kind of course my life would be if it were to be an art.

What requirements would be given for those willing to study this art? Would it be a tough course, or an easy one?

This is a "thought bubble". It is an...

This is a “thought bubble”. It is an illustration depicting thought. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Would any schools even be willing to teach this art and what kind of crazy nut-cases would be willing to study such an art?

Would people say about it, “Here we go to study the silliest, most confused and irrelevant art on earth” or would they say, “I can’t wait to study this art today, for I wonder what great new things I shall learn from such an art as this one”. Continue reading