Girasiya Nathan Babvu

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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“Dear Rosie” by Girasiya Nathan Babvu

"Dear EthanI felt the cold brush against my back, my hand swiped behind me across the silk sheets. The tingle of the still air filtering through my fingers was enough to confirm my dreadful worry yet. It’s been three years now. You left without notice, and my heart without solace. Each moment away from you tears my muscles into confetti.Your electric touch to my body, your smooth caress, Oh God, why did you have to punish me. It was that unbelievable gaze you gave that crippled me ...

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“The search before death” by Girasiya Nathan Babvu

I had tried searching around my life but, the disappointments came back to roost. I shuffled through the shelves certain I was looking for something hopefully with a promising result. The only problem was that I wasn't sure exactly what it was that I was looking for. I tore through aisles and flipped through text and yet nothing. In vain I went back to my nine to five drill that did nothing but waste my life away. I loosened my shirt and dabbed off the beads of sweat lining my brow. My pork belly jutted out as I rec...

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“The Kingdom” by Girasiya Nathan Babvu

“Enoch” a crooked voice broke out in a frail whisper. “Yes my leash.” “I …” he coughed repeatedly sweat trickling down his puffy brow. His bony and veiny arms rested on the linen sheets soiled with blood stains. “I need you to go on a quest to find water Enoch” the salt haired man said wheezing and veins tweaked on his papery neck. A blank expression struck his bloodshot eyes as he stared at the creaking chandelier. “For the sake of the Kingdom Enoch.” “Yes my leash as you wish.” A small flickering flame danced in protest against the oil ...

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“It comes back to haunt me” by Girasiya Nathan Babvu

He sank in his chair rocking softly to the gentle dusk breeze outside a clammy narrow verandah. His eyes stare into the distance while his long bony fingers tap the armrests in anticipation. The night creeps in and the twilight starts flitting all over. Crickets and cicadas crack the early evening silence with a gut wrenching stridulation. He remains a planted statue in an infinite loop of back and forth movements, as his mind shuffles through thoughts.Looking back love betrayed him. It was torture. Before encountering w...

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An aspiring author. Always lookin out for the best in all things writing and growing bigger.