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The vase at the centre of my parent's living room is not the same as I remember. It lacks the crack that was there, that I put there. I stare at it, the red vase holding fake flowers that don't need water.The house is quiet,but I can still hear screams, and the vase at the centre of the table makes it worse, bringing back memories. "Mommy!" I push past the toys on the floor, swinging my hands and knocking off the vase at the centre of the table as I r...
The water trickles down the window, and the urge to wipe at it furiously overcomes you. Grandma would call the rain a sign of impending danger. Why else, would the rain be pouring in the middle of harmattan season? You had checked the forecast before. You were sure it was as predicted. Temperature as low as 9 °C , with a promise of harsh sun in the afternoon, and very low humidity. ...
I love melted wax.On days where customers order for birthday cakes, chocolate takes the highest order. I wouldn't blame them. It tastes better in chocolate, the gleam and yummy black goodness mixed with properly melted wax. My first chocolate was given to me by my first love, who clad himself with a frown, in crooked looking glasses and permanent wrinkles etched over his forehead. First love didn't taste like hot chicken pepper soup with herbs ...
Diary,Yo was the best I could come up with. Three years of friendship, two years of love ,and not a hi, or a call. A strange message to his girlfriend, Ada ,would have been better, considering we took the same classes, met up for lunch every Tuesday, and were convenient best friends. "Yo" would probably be a word to use if he and I were still friends. It was funny to write after his last message that was two months ago, and for it to just be "yo". I try not to dwell on it, but I've never...
Unrepentant bookworm. Repentant Christ Representer in love with words. I can taste good without eating it. Critiques are appreciated.!
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