Tales of Loss

Admitting he had no more strength to give or words to encourage her with, he resolved to leave. He felt her sadness, not her loss. The loss was his; to hold and to keep. How could she..? Overcome by a plethora of emotions, he needed to sort things out. Things being his thoughts. And he knew he would…

Advocatus Diaboli

Okay, so I’m not going to participate in TNC’s The Writer Competition: TWO, but I’ve decided to write a story somewhat inspired by its instructions anyway. — She looked at him and smiled, surprisingly. They hadn’t seen in years but she felt at ease; perhaps even excited. Holding his hand, she kissed him softly. This might…

Wandering Affections

No Other Remedy 2, Intro *** She shifted a bit to the left, moving her body slowly. She wanted to make sure his gaze was fixed on her while she made it easier for him to get a full view of her perfectly toned body. She liked it. Most guys loved it. She didn’t see why…

Confessions

Sequel to No Other Remedy. *** He knew he needed to speak to someone. But whom? There weren’t many he could confide in. And so he walked up the stairs and down the aisle; stopping at the door with the inscription.. Perhaps he could confide in someone after-all. — He didn’t bother knocking, for he knew…

I Still Love You

Prequel to No Other Remedy *** I met my Ex today. OK, let me be a bit more specific: I met one of my ex-boyfriends again today. A guy I was seeing exactly 12 years ago. A guy I was loving when I was 15. Today, I met Chidi. It was funny.. weird.. Not the…

No Other Remedy

Having read the letter over and over again, he too sat down to write.. *** Babe, We both know I’m much better in putting my words and thoughts down on paper; so I’ve chosen to write you this letter. We need to talk. I know these words scare you; today, they don’t have to. Not…

My Mother’s Pain

As we grow up, get older and start building our own lives, we tend to forget just how much others have given up in order for us to be who we are. Of course, nature has its way of making sure we eventually make similar sacrifices for others, but let’s still take time out to…

Quirkyalone

There were tears. Many. But this time they weren’t mine. I did not make a sound. There we were, seated at opposite ends of the table, with him constantly trying to reach my hand, my heart, me. “Is it too late?” *** Remembering the last time we sat down here, like this.. it was me…

Not Without This Sacrifice

At first I wasn’t sure of whether to share this with you or not. It’s a very personal story, you see. It’s the story of a very important part of my life. A turning-point of sorts.. *** The call was a surprise.. a shock. A pleasant one, I want to believe. It had been many…

One Page At A Time

A very brief post today. Enjoy.. *** At first she worried he might not like what he would find… flicking through the pages. “Position yourself!” her dad had kept telling her. Those words were resounding right now. “You never can tell!” And so she allowed him. The first glance was the most difficult. It felt…

Coconut…?

“Just a few more weeks and she will deliver.. twins!”, the doctor said joyfully. When Tyo asked for their sex, she pressed her palms against her ears quickly. She did not want to know. Upon reflection, she thought she might have still heard him say they would be girls, but she wasn’t sure. It doesn’t…

Stones of Remembrance II: Flowing Rivers

She uncovered the second stone. Your love is like the ocean and I am like the sand, Responding to your power, a safe place for you to stand. But when the undercurrents come and pull you out to sea, I am left with shells and slippery rocks where you used to be. Lines so quietly whispered, they had…

Stones of Remembrance I: Emeralds

Ariella uncovered the first stone herself, and sighed. The stone had been broken into pieces. Pieces so beautiful and tiny, the little ones’ eyes sparkled, while Ariella herself seemed rather unhappy about the emeralds being the first story she would narrate to an anxious-looking group of 16-year olds. *** She knew her father had lost…

Stones of Remembrance (Intro)

“It is time!” it echoed through the building. Within a few minutes the spacious living-room had completely filled up and where there used to be the sight of a traditional 17th century parquet-floor, there were now many faces staring at her in eager anticipation. He, looking at her from afar and with tear-filled eyes, smiled….

Flesh and Blood

He didn’t listen any longer; he couldn’t. Was this how it was going to end? After all his sacrifices and.. – he paused- No, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. ~ Upon entering his home, he fell to his knees; crying.. weeping. The door behind him opened. Silena was whispering reassuring words, “It’ll be alright….

Good-bye..

She smiled at first; then- looking at me- frowned. It was a different frown- not sad; not really anyway. It showed ambivalence. Her expression did not portrait uncertainty as to whether what she was about to do was right or wrong; it was an expression suggesting anxiety and hope, fear in the midst of joy. In…

The Perfect Plan

It had been decided: Simplicity needed to be separated so it could behold its own image and love itself just as much as Height, Width and Depth loved each other, were completed in each other; and adored Simplicity. It was The Perfect Plan, but They knew what that meant… so They wept, while Simplicity slept. —…

From Omidan to Miss

“Always late. Temi, where are you?” She was getting restless.. With so many eyes on her, she felt weird, to say the least. She had not the slightest idea why she attracted so much attention this day. Ladies were looking, whispering, pointing; even men stopped, turned, looked. It made no sense. Omidan felt uncomfortable, very…

Two Travelling Angels

To most this is a popular story, but I have decided to share it again nonetheless. It’s always nice to be reminded 😉 Two Travelling Angels Two travelling Angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion’s…

Seriously…?

“Lolita, are you for real?” she asked. She laughed. She had to. She found it hard to control herself; but honestly speaking:  she hardly even tried. She needed to laugh. She wanted to laugh.. right at her; in her face. See her reaction, instil some pain, fear, hurt. It was the first time she felt like…

IMPORTANT UPDATE: Rawness!

Quite a few of you have been sending me emails, requesting access to the rawness series (that is actually still quite innocent, forgive me lol). I want to first and foremost apologize for the delay in responding- my weekend has very quite busy. Anyway, enough of the private. Having decided to make it much easier…

It Wasn’t Meant to.. (III)

He braced himself. Delivering the message wasn’t going to be an easy task. John gave himself an hour.. and another, before he called. “She’s gone!” He laughed.. “Gone, you said?” The laughter continued.. “And that would be to where exactly?” Laughing John’s phrase off- it was obviously meant as a joke- he continued, “Anyway, it’s…

Lovestruck..

It was my turn to say something.. I knew, but couldn’t. Aware of what was going through my mind, he smiled. He didn’t mind waiting… —— “You must be Oyin?” it came from behind. The day Oyinola met his friends for the first time- they were few, but proved to be loyal and true- was the day…

It Wasn’t Meant to.. (II)

Leaving work, he had a weird feeling. Can’t put my finger on it.. but something’s wrong. He returned home earlier than usual. In a way he was trying to avoid what he knew was inevitable. An hour or two will hardly make a difference.. but I’d rather be there when.. When what? He didn’t know what exactly he was…

It Wasn’t Meant to…

..be? ..be this way? ..happen? ..happen this way? Breathlessly pacing around the room, she looked around trying to decide what last pieces to take with her. Her indecisiveness was now -more than ever before- a thorn in the flesh. She could not choose between what to take and what to leave behind. Her wardrobe- though in…

Hatchalah!

Hatchalah- the Hebrew word for “New Beginnings”- is going to be a series of inspiring short-stories on this blog. Contrary to other short-stories (eg. The Family Meeting) however, you readers my direct how the plot continues, who (character) comes and goes- and indeed, how long a character stays. From time to time, there will be brief polls…

The Family Meeting

She was trembling, shaking.. not sure why dad had summoned them to the living room. He told them to sit down; he was sweating… sighing deeply, loudly, pacing up and down. This meant nothing good. They could all feel it. Betty drew closer to her brother. Although she was the older one, she wanted to…