I was on my way to see Mandy. I wasn’t looking forward to the reason why I called and asked her to meet me but it was something I had to do. I had been putting it off for weeks now. I couldn’t continue to be in a relationship with her when I wanted to… Read More Breaking Up With Mandy
It was no use. He couldn’t stop thinking about Addalyn. She was all he thought about when he was with Mandira. Two weeks had gone by since they last saw each other. He had tried to do the honorable thing by not seeing her anymore but it was sheer torture. Last night when Mandira was… Read More Reyan’s Decision
“Are you all right?” Vanessa asked him as he sat up and dragged his fingers through his hair. “Yes, I’m fine,” he lied. “I’m just a bit tired.” That was true. He hadn’t gotten much sleep and when he did, he had dreamt about the first time he met Rhoda. Oh, Rhoda… “Breakfast is on… Read More Pining For Her
There in the shade of the trees, my Beloved rests for death is but a deep and untroubled sleep and the grave a bed buried in the heart of the earth. Death is but a temporary separation for us. We shall see each other again. Until then, rest, my Beloved, rest until the day… Read More Rest, My Beloved/Shade #writephoto
In a haze of smoke, she appeared unexpectedly, like a thief in the night, beautiful, exotic and mysterious. She came towards me as in a dream. I stood there, helpless, unable to resist. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t move. Closer she came, her thick dark hair flowing about her exquisite face.… Read More Robbed
Rohan lay in bed, wide awake. He couldn’t sleep. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was fifteen minutes past midnight. Latisha still hadn’t come home. She was out on a date with some guy she met through a co-worker. She had been gone since seven. Was she having a good time? … Read More Room Mates
Cai stared at the moon as it hung low over the horizon. Sleep eluded her. Her husband, Huan was in Myanmar investigating the Rohingya massacre. Five days had passed since she last heard from him. She constantly checked her emails and cell for messages but nothing was forthcoming. A knock on the door jolted her. … Read More Cai
It was a gloomy day with intermittent spurts of rain. It was as if nature itself was mourning the loss of a great woman. Tracy was not surprised at the large turnout. The church was packed as many came to pay their respects and pay homage to Mrs. Gladys Townsend, the dear lady whom she… Read More The Funeral
Dirty pampers. Waking up at all hours to feed. Stressful days. Fitful sleep. The need for adult conversation. Relief when Dad comes home and takes over. You have time for yourself now. You savor the moment. You get to do what you want to do. But you don’t want her to grow up too fast.… Read More Motherhood
“What are you doing?” she asked him, agitated. “I am going to turn the pages for you,” he said. She was sitting at the piano about to play something while her aunt and her visitors were sitting in the drawing- room having tea. “I can manage,” she told him. “Please, Helen. I… Read More The Truth
Notes to Women 