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Life in Orchard Bloom is peaceful and enchanting. It is a contrasting ambiance compared to the uproar of the city. The people are friendly, and everyone knows the other's business but boundaries and privacies are respected. It is the perfect environment to grieve. I sit at the top of the hill overlooking my Aunt's vegetable garden, wondering how things would have turned out If Mama didn't lose her life while birthing my baby brother. I felt rapturous when I learned Mama would give me a younger brother. I'm an only child and have wish...
Submitted to Contest #52
****** “Mike where did you say you are going again?” Lola queried, her heart heavy from the news she received early that morning. Mike had called her to inform her about his journey and that they should meet at their usual rendezvous. “I have a business I need to attend to and it might take a while to complete, it involves me going overseas”. Mike said holding her in his arms looking intently into her eyes. “But when will you be coming back?” Lola sobbed into his shirt front. “Sincerely Lola I do not know, Dad just called me to tell me I ha...
Submitted to Contest #51
“Bye Mummy I will buy something for you when coming back from school, see you, Mummy.”Those were the words of the three-year-old Dara as she held tightly to her father’s hands, running down the staircase. Her mother was at the threshold pleading for her husband not to take the little girl to a boarding school.“Please James, do not take Dara to a boarding school she is too young” her Mum pleaded, but Mr. James was adamant. “Don’t worry yourself, Mary, she will be fine, she is only going to get trained on how to be smart and independent, ...
Submitted to Contest #50
Sam has only one immediate goal and is to outrun whoever her stalker is. She kept running barefooted, holding her bulging midsection. The thorns and blades of the shrubs, piercing and cutting the skin on her face as she ran, she felt the trickle of blood and salty sweat running down from her forehead down her nose to her open mouth as she ran gasping for breath, she has never experienced fear so potent that she could feel its bile taste at the back of her throat. She ran not just for her own life but for the pulsating heart inside her, ...
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