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Who knew

Good morning CindyGood morning boss ladyIt looks like a hectic morning from all the customers sitting in the waiting roomLisa is the owner of the biscuit factory and they are running a very busy shop on a daily basisCindy unpack her bag as usual for the past seven years that she is working hereShe smiles as she walks to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee before she starts her dayAdmin is a lot of work and today data capturing is on her scheduleHer cellphone rings and she picks It from the ...

I REMEMBER SIMBA...

I remember when our neighbor, Mr. Makhuyu proudly brought Simba’s lifeless body in a sack ready to collect his bounty from my father. A bounty that had been issued almost a year before this sad, sad day. There was an air of loss coupled with a sense of relief that hung uncomfortably in our compound that day. I come from a traditional African home. We do not mourn the death of animals and especially not those ones that h...

Summer Wishes

Summer. My favorite time of the year has finally arrived, and birds outside of my window are singing their cheery morning songs. I push my blankets off and roll over to check the time, but my cat, Benny, has beat me to it. He is lying next to me and my phone is hidden away in the middle of his underbelly. Distracting him with ear scratches, I retrieve my phone and kiss him on top of his head. I’m running late.I hop out of bed and scramble around my apartment to get dressed. Throwing on my favorite knee length sundress, I...

The Matchbreaker (Part Three)

I drive to school with a stomach full of toast and eggs and a mind full of unanswered questions. My grandma has been secretive about a lot of things, including the accident that killed my mother and the real reason why I came to live with them and not my father, but when it comes to her and grandpa I thought it would be a pretty open book. I mean, they’re one of the town’s original couples. Most people know the story, es...

Rush Hour

I entered the dark hallway, my footsteps echoing throughout the room. The elderly lady sat at her desk at the end of the hallway, smiling maliciously as I approached. My head was lowered as I reached into my bag for the object. I stopped at the desk, and handed it to her. “You were five minutes late, young man.” she said, and I nodded sadly. She stood, and put her firm hand on my shoulder as she walked towards the door. “We’ve been over this many times Mr. Hill. The next time you are late, you’re done. For good!” “No!” I said. She laughed...

Morgana and the Well of Wyrd

“Wrong note... Again,” said Taliesin, grasping his brow. Morgana grinned sheepishly and began the song again. Her voice cracked as she hit a note that was far too high for her. Taliesin cringed. Morgana halted.. “I should just give up,” she said. “Giving up never accomplished anything useful,” said Taliesin. “Keep trying.” “I’m pretty hopeless, aren’t I?” said Morgana. “I don’t think anyo...

The Valley of Peace

The watch showed 5.30 PM. It was a hot summer evening in Iraq. The sun was setting, painting the sky in an orange hue. And there I was, standing before the gates of a place like no other that I had ever visited. Only the dead have seen the end of war. That was the quote that came into my mind as I stood before the largest ce...

A Very Strange Attic

Dale groaned in frustration.“Zephyr, where's my book?” he was bent over, looking under the couch finding only crumbs and crumpled up paper. “ The one about gardening and stuff? Why would I know where it is? ” Zephyr said and returned to watching his figure skating competition. Dale faced him “ Well it didn’t just grow legs. Is this your way of trying to mess with me?” “Look,” Zephyr stood up, “ I’m not just the scrawny kleptomaniac from New York that you met a few years ago anymore, don’t blame stuff on me.” &...

Oz 2.0

To be honest, I didn’t think that I could fall in love with someone that I was initially scared of, but that was before I met Winslow. My name is Lisa Windsor, and my journey to Oz began when a tornado picked up the treehouse that I was hiding in with my rescue dog Bella, during which I hoped that we would survive the flight. When we landed somewhere far away from our home in Michigan, I was startled to hear someone kno...

An Unfathomable Boutade

There was knocking on the door. James’s mother stopped packing her son’s lunch and started walking towards the door. James paused in eating his breakfast as he wanted to see who was at the door. He got up and followed his mother. Sarah opened the door to see and officer standing there. ‘’Sarah Myers?’’ The officer grunted out. Sarah...

Is it essential?

If you were ever unsure of the difference between a “supply run” and “grocery shopping” then just assess the outing in a pandemic environment when every move you make has far reaching consequences, including but not limited to judgement …. I can imagine Max Rockatansky only did “supply runs” … In the "old days" grocery shopping for me was one of the perfect pass times – not The Big Mont...

My Stalker

It's a coincidence if you meet a random person at a different place second time.But what do you call if you meet the same stranger more than probably I don't know, twelve times.Yes, recently for the past few days I have been coming across the same stranger more than once. I don't know if I should call him a stranger anymore. He is present if I am in library, or in the park while jogging, in the restaurant where I work.I first met him at the library. I was searching for a book and coincidentally we both picked the same...

Bump In The Night

Bump in the night goes the noise, loud enough to cause Jane to wake up out of a dead sleep. Terrified, that someone was in the apartment with her while she slept, she thought about calling the police. Knowing that she was going to go looking to see what she could find. Maybe a cat had somehow got into her apartment and she would feel foolish if she called the police which would come to find nothing. She laid in her soft ...

The Sledding Hill

I am eight years old.  I’m nineteen.  “Come on, get ready. We’re leaving.” “I have all my stuff by the door, Mom. Mom, can you help me put my sleeves over my gloves? Mom, what time are we supposed to be there? Are we leaving now, Mom? Is Baby Savana coming?” “Oh that’s right! Do you need help with anything?” She smiles at me...

Murky Waters

If 3 A.M. isn’t the right time to be half-submerged in a muddy puddle, June thinks there probably isn’t one. It feels right though. It’s something about the way water wicks up the threads of her tattered sweater, pooling in the center of her upturned palms, settling in the hollow between her collar bones. It beads across her rain boots, but had long since started soaking into her socks. Perhaps the rain boots are a bit unnecessary. It all comes down to user error. The intended function of rain boots isn’t exactly keeping your feet dry whe...

The Cold Case Of Caera Petals

There was a string of physical dwellings, quite a number of them, which made up Caera's life. A dozen moves, a dozen circumstances, and a dozen decisions which landed her here, in bed with him, sleeping carelessly, as though reality disappeared during slumber. As though he would wake up suddenly and all the trouble he caused would be gone. Sleep was such a waste. Caera had been awake thinking all night. She had to get out of here and if she knew what was good for her, she had to make sure not to get caught while at it. She had a way out, ...

Love That Waits

“We are lucky,” Zeus said, leaning back on the balcony of the marble palace, “we are lucky that we do not hate each other.”  Hera couldn't quite hide her smile. She had hated him - by the Fates, how she had hated him! - but that hate always returned to love after a couple of centuries. His mortal lovers died, for mortals always do, and for a sweet generation or so, he was hers, all hers. Until he found an...

Blinded to see the real apple of my pie

There she stood on the aisle, across the street. She seems to be looking for me. And as I waved my arms upward to get her attention, she glanced at me. My heart melted into deep affection. Her eyes were blue. Her long, brown ash-colored hair swayed with the wind. Her cherry-like lips were fascinating. The complexity of her skin was fair. She was not tall nor short, she was just at the exact point where any man would dream of. I must admit, I have been too cold on her. But I knew ...

Love conquers all

They met up whilst still in school. He was doing his first year of the "A" Level programme at a multi-racial school, and she was doing her Grade 10.This following is a gripping love adventure between Alex and Janet. Alex was a South African citizen, and Janet, a Swazi citizen. She was a very beautiful, but reserved young woman who took her school work seriously. Alex was a vibrant and extroverted young man, whom everybody loved for his charming demeanour. He was also a very versatile soccer player who played regularly fo...

Thorns of Roses

"Auntiee," Maria whined, wiping her forehead as sweat dripped down her neck. "It's too hot, can we take a break. Please?" "Hush child, we're almost home." Her aunt chided, braided black hair swinging with every step she took. "Be thankful for the clear skies Mother gifted us today."