The Worst Kind Of A Best Friend

I really messed up this time. I know I always mess up but this time around, it’s different. I feel ashamed and embarrassed that I belted out my anger in public but I have to say that it feels good. But I messed up. Claire is my best friend or used to be as of…

A Woman, Not A Puppet

I’ve been thinking about whether to post this or not but….. “I have accepted you. I have chosen you. I see you differently because you are from my place. You are my final bus stop. If you like, I can impregnate you (he was touching my abdomen) right now and pay your bride price tomorrow…..”…

Mondays, Egos, and Unseen Bosses

On a bright Monday, John, late for work as usual, boards a bus. Minutes later, an elderly man, accompanied by a young lad, boards the same bus. The older man sits beside John and in a matter of minutes, strikes up a conversation with him. Minutes into the conversation, the old man looks at his…

Dear Deedee, My life sucks!!!

Dear Deedee, My life sucks a lot. I hate making mistakes. I don’t know why but I really do.  Making mistakes make me feel like a weakling…especially when it comes to falling for the wrong person. My intuition has been really shitty of late and maybe it’s because I’ve been refusing to pay attention to…

The Proposal…

They settled into the comfy leather chairs and adjusted their sights to the huge screen before them. Arms interlocked, Jess and Bernard were the picture of the perfect couple who had come to enjoy a nice movie at the cinema. They were seated on the topmost row. To Bernard’s right, Jess’ childhood best friend, Paul,…

The Perfect Heartbreak: Eric

Sherryl doesn’t appreciate anything. And I mean anything. You could buy her a diamond-studded phone with her name on it, and all Sherryl will say is “Eric, is this all you can do?” Do you have any idea how it feels like knowing that you could donate ALL your internal organs for this woman and all she’d say is, “Is that all you can do”? What am I supposed to do? Die for her? She’d probably come meet me in heaven or hell…whichever one the Man deems fit and still not say “thank you” once.

Caged: The Conclusion

I lived in that basement for 3 weeks in relative peace. Until the first night he and his friends came in drunk and raped me. My Uncle had sat down and watched all 10 of his friends rape me. And then more men came after that for 3 years. Anytime I got pregnant, Osas would abort the babies. Osas had had no sympathy or pity for me.

Caged: Ene’s Life Story (3)

My father, even in shock, kept pressing the horn of the car, it was out of commission. He looked at me and my brother in the frontal mirror with tears in his eyes, looked at his wife, left the wheel of the car and hugged her. The last thing I heard was “I’m sorry” and then there was blankness…

Love Gone Done Me Wrong

No one deserves to be this broken. No one deserves to be made an empty shell devoid of life. But it seems there is a higher power who has made my life difficult to end. I slit my wrists but someone ended up calling 911. Who told you to care?! I hung a rope around my neck but no, my housekeeper just had to come in and support me before I could choke to death. I try taking drugs and enough alcohol to drown 3 battleships but I’m as healthy as a horse. Or so the doctor says.

My Run-In With Infidelity: A Short Story

Adam was the love of my life. So when he proposed 2 years later, I was on I. It’s been 8 months since then. I thought Adam would be around more for me. Don’t get me wrong, I understood the nature of his work. But, I also wanted more for me. I wanted some more “us time” but it seemed Adam traveled more after he proposed. I was happy …for about 5 months. Then, I got cold feet.

A Colored Love Story By fydola

I was totally lost and all I could see were rainbows. I found myself on the bridge, then I stopped. All I could see were nature, colors, and creativity which drew my attention. I began to see colors in ways I’d never imagined.
My heart opened with a flourish like a flower waking up to the sun. With a flutter in my chest like a trapped butterfly which banished boredom to the far reaches of the mind.

Shades of Shade By oma

I guess I am commitment phobic. But people don’t believe such a thing exists.
9 months down the line,we’ve broken up. I knew this would happen. I predicted it. So why am I still sad? Heartbroken? Confused?
Did I love him? Or not?
I’m just tired of this cycle.