BEFORE YOU READ: This story is based on a real life person. However, large portions of this here piece are fictitious, figments of the writer's imagination. But it doesn't even matter. Most of this piece is based on hearsay anyway.And oh, this is dedicated to Stephanie Ayivor. Thanks. Please go ahead, enjoy. “Take your time … Continue reading CHOICES, AND AN END.
Category: Chronicles
Fine Child, Ugly Child Pt. 2.
PS: This is dedicated to all those girls we used to make fun of in basic school. We didn't know you would glow up like this. Please forgive us.Signed,Management.Oh, and if you missed the prequel, click here. She sighed, tired. She had been walking in the sun for about half an hour and still hadn't … Continue reading Fine Child, Ugly Child Pt. 2.
Fine Child, Ugly Child.
She walked into the class, annoyed. A crying child was one of her least favourite things. She walked straight to the second desk on the third column, where the girl sat in tears. It took a while to calm her down and get her to stop crying. But she eventually did stop crying. Then she asked … Continue reading Fine Child, Ugly Child.
Michael Jack’son
He sat on the bed and lit his third joint in 30 minutes. He was beginning to feel zonked but he wasn't concerned in the least. He had an agenda. He checked his phone. It was 9:54 pm. She was about an hour late, but he didn't mind. That was typical of her. She was … Continue reading Michael Jack’son
Happy father’s day.
I took a break from writing because I had nothing to write about. And then suddenly it's father's day; yaaaay. Don't get me wrong though, this is no love story. It's a tragedy; the greatest tragedy of my life, I think. September 29 should be exactly ten years since I became fatherless (sorry I didn't … Continue reading Happy father’s day.
Another bad day.
Today was a quiet day. At least it was supposed to. The rains of the past few days had given me a cold and I was struggling to breathe lying down, so I slept sitting up. I'd slept through most of the day when a call from Rodger woke me. Rodger is my friend. No … Continue reading Another bad day.