I put up happy faces and bright smiles
And they are all just pushing you even further away
It’s gotten more difficult too because of the crowd I now find myself
And I don’t know any more how to get to you
Because you are unable to feel me and all the things inside … More My Smiley Face
‘Happy birthday Kristen’.
‘I think there might be something in the tree’, Mike said.
‘In the tree?’ Kristen moved closer to it. There was a hollow place at eye-level. She put her hand inside and felt a small package, and pulled it out. It was a gift box. ‘What is this?’
‘Open it’, he said.
Kristen opened it and her eyes widened. In the box was a beautiful emerald ring, surrounded by diamonds, set in platinum. … More Surrounded by diamonds, set in platinum
In the middle of the night, while Humphrey was asleep, Pauline quietly packed a suitcase and fled. She took the next flight back home and called her brother and a few close friends.
Her friends rushed to be by her side but they couldn’t help the debate … More In good times & in bad . . .
‘Stay there’. Humphrey’s voice was filled with fervor.
Pauline fought to get up but Humphrey held her down with one strong hand and slammed the belt again and again.
Pauline felt as though her backside had been flayed. “Humphrey, please stop!’ she cried.
Finally, Humphrey stood up and took a deep, quivery breath. ‘It is alright now’. … More What was it, she wondered – fetish?
Immediately after the wedding, they left for Seychelles. It was a spectacular beauty to behold. They arrived late in the afternoon, with the sun sparkling over the ocean.
Humphrey took Pauline in his arms. ‘Are you hungry?’
She looked into his eyes and smiled, ‘No’.
‘Neither am I. Why don’t we get undressed?’ … More Finally, a man who understood her appetite
So here’s me calling out to my readers, followers, online family and friends, asking for a favor to those who may be interested in reading my manuscripts and giving me their reviews on these books. This will help me in re-branding these books online and maybe help also in deciding if I will need to publish a hard-copy of Noise of the Market.
If you are interested to read/review, please send me an email on email@example.com. … More Calling on my readers, followers, online family & friends . . .
It was morning yet the skies were as dark as the night. With so many relatives and friends in the house to comfort Mother on the loss of her husband, the house too seemed too quiet for comfort. Just two weeks ago, the same people had gathered at our house to mourn my brother, ejire mi. Now, they are gathered to mourn my father and tomorrow? Only because the Doctor assured Mother I could live a healthy life if treatment and medications were taken seriously, I wanted to believe I would live to bury my mother. For all it is worth, I want to see her smile again. … More Part 20: Cry me a river