Trishie Chikerema

“Find me in the Clouds” by Trishie Chikerema

I can smell the scent of roses as I shut down the windows in my room, reminding me of things I wish to forget. No matter how fast I walk down memory lane, there is always so much more to process. So much to remember and somewhere in that maze of memories, the pain grips my heart for I know we are out of time. Everyone I love will enter the future without me. Sorrow chooses that time to envelop me with her cold arms and I curl myself into a ball once my husband is asleep and cry, at least until I am too emotionally worn to stay awake. Even in...

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“Hopelessness: Killer of Men” by Trishie Chikerema

Submitted to Contest #105

The undertakers paused and shouted. She could see their lips moving but could not hear what they were saying. It was only when she felt herself being dragged backwards that she realized that she had been about to step into the grave. She turned to face her aunt whose face was livid but when their eyes met, she softened her gaze almost as if she was saying, ‘I understand.’ Regina shook her head. No one could understand. Not until the earth had swallowed everyone that you’ve ever loved. How could aunt Marcia possibly understand? No one else ha...

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“The Ghost of Love” by Trishie Chikerema

Submitted to Contest #100

Paul sat in his rocking chair looking outside through the window. It gave him great comfort seeing that the rose garden was thriving in spite of the harsh winter wind. Thinking of seasons made him miss spring and its beautiful array of colors. At least then, he could walk down Crescent Park and sit on his favorite bench watching the sunset. It was a long standing tradition that he had with Marianne. The thought of her made him smile and took him back to the day they first kissed, on that very bench in the park. A young and fearless love so ...

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“Lovers in Spring, Strangers in Summer” by Trishie Chikerema

Submitted to Contest #86

Inside the simple words I write is a glimpse of an untold love story and hope for a life that will never become a reality. The path that leads to my heart is littered with flowers of every kind, each holds memories of the life we’ve lived. I am the enchanter held under his own curse that binds me to her and on the sands of this path, only her footprints exist. As I wait for spring to bring color to this path, I retrace the journey that subjected me to this life. A small smile on my lips as I remember the first day we met. The sun glistening ...

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“The Blue Sea where we found Love” by Trishie Chikerema

Submitted to Contest #83

Hate is love’s favorite cousin. We all know that the greatest love stories were from encounters that didn't go so well at first. Underneath the thin film of hate is a love that always burns fiercely if one is patient enough to scratch it. All things considered, Marianne couldn’t say she hated Eric. The accurate word would be disliked. The man had a terrible gift of always catching her in a mood of all sorts. On the good days when flowers bloomed, barring their pink petals to the receive kisses from the sun, he would leave her alone in the co...

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“Diary of thoughts: After He cheated” by Trishie Chikerema

Submitted to Contest #81

Myleene shuffled through the pages of her diary. Her face saying nothing about the thoughts whirling in her mind. Only the tremor of her hand when she reached the faded page inscribed with a somewhat shaky handwriting betrayed what she was feeling. She bit her lip nervously and her eyes darted across the room though she knew she’s utterly alone. Her hand rested on an entry from a year ago and a haunted look came over her face, her bony frame taut almost as if she was about to confront the ghost of her past. Everything about the scene screame...

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“Freeing the Beautiful Black Woman” by Trishie Chikerema

Submitted to Contest #80

The letter was in a red envelope leaning against the China vase on the white table next to the staircase, too bright for her to ignore its presence or briefly wonder what it was about and who it was from. She mentally went through a list of her friends who could actually sit down to write a letter instead of phoning or badging into her home and came up with a few names. With a thousand thoughts whirling in her head, Tamisa briefly forgot about the letter and instead looked right through it debating whether a shower or just slouching on the s...

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