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Category: Short Stories

  • Echoes of the Non-guilty

    Echoes of the Non-guilty

    Years ‘ve come and gone

    Anticipation and anxiety tends to be more interesting than reality

    Thirst seem to be more fulfilling than the taste of water

    Abstinence which was preached as fundamental for purity seems to be my curse

    Loving you was easy but impossibility is an understatement for letting you go

    Taking you to the altar was one of the most fulfilling dreams I had

    Bed undefiled, temple nurtured whole

    Yet, my appetite couldn’t be appeased despite being just a little above average

    This marriage is my prison room

    And the locks are never to be found

    Yes! You are a career woman and the very best at what you do

    But why am I condemned to coldness?

    You wouldn’t stretch beyond what feels right to you

    And the greatest agony is you don’t even know the depth to which you are subjecting me to pain

    If only I could love again, I would try

    But, I don’t have the magic card to give

    Maybe breaking my marital vows isn’t so difficult

    Maybe finding pleasure here and there isn’t that hard

    Maybe concentrating on my happiness is an easy way out

    But the fact still remains…

    I will never fall in love again, not in this lifetime

    Your love give more pain than poison

    And you have no idea how lonely a married man is

    I hate loving you this much but I can’t help myself

    Sweetheart, may you not be unfortunate to love this much

    The pain creeps in slowly but excruciating

    My only wedded wife, how I wish this friendship never led to marriage.

  • FriendZone 80:20

    FriendZone 80:20

    It was a beautiful afternoon, a sunny day, sitting on a balustrade, gazing aimlessly at nothing. A so-called boring day I thought then, my friend surfaced, stressed-up, pale, maybe weary and obviously unhappy she was.

    So, I stood up and hugged her then I said – you have been like this for a while – WHY? She looked into my eyes not with surprise though, held my hands tight and said there’s this great guy she so much love, whom never made any move even as she had waited long enough but the closest thing He did was an “old schoolboy humor” so, I sat, offered her a chair and whisper a question – “WHAT’S THE RATIO”?

    She answered, 80:20 against herself then, I smiled and said Inverse is constant in the Law of Feelings and Love

    Alas! 20 at times maybe much more greater than 80 and the waiting is what makes it more romantic. He might have said it one thousand times but not to your taste, had recoiled into his shell each time and thought of another approach maybe that’s why He had always motivated you into a lighter mood. Let the dog be fierce and the cat be cunny, no matter what the problem is, their friendship is still intact. And suddenly, she stood up, loud she screamed those words “haven’t you punished me enough!”? “Why do you always torture me with words!”?

    I was mesmerized and dumbfounded as I watched her broke down and cried, I thought within myself “why am I so scared, why so stupid? Why am I no man enough? Why haven’t I summoned the courage to say those words that gave me sleepless night?

    I moved closer to her, touch her shoulder while she runs into my open arms and shed those tears of both joy and pain though I almost lost what I crave for most in life but, it’s all coming back to me.

    I looked into her eyes and said, “The 20 is truly much greater than the 80, each time you looked at me, there’s so much that you don’t see. If I can grow in your heart then the harvest is yours” As I locate her lips with mine, giving her my words with sweet saliva and so, she said, I will believe you when you say that you love me, with deep emotion, I echoed the words and woke-up.

    But the feeling is real.

  • How I Wish My Cock Could Crow

    How I Wish My Cock Could Crow

    Young lad he is, not born with a silver spoon though

    But, his childhood wouldn’t have been any better

    Cuddled in a loving hand of a caring mother

    Trained by an understanding Man who is more of a friend than a father

    Our lad has grown into a boy with short lyrics on his mouth;

    “How I Wish My Cock Could Crow”

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  • The what’s next moment…

    The what’s next moment…

    What do you do when you don’t know the next step to take, have you come to an end of a crossroad and you are like ‘oops’ what next awaits me?

    For students, they generally suffer from what I refer to as Post Graduate Stress disorder (I don’t know if that exists) especially when you are the go-getter, excellent grade, hardworking type of student.

    It is a time when one’s identity shifts into something bigger. In fact, it is the point of switching from the regular student life to the work environment and stepping more fully into the adult world. As I mused about this, I realized it also affected so many young people. Through my search, I bumped into the perfect story in Dale Carnegie, How to stop worrying and Start living and it goes as follow: 

    “In the spring of 1871, a young man picked a book and read twenty-one words that had a profound effect on his future. A medical student at the Montreal General Hospital, he was worried about passing the final examination, worried about what to do, where to gon how to build up a practice, how to make a living.

    The twenty-one words helped him to become the most famous physician of his generation. He organized the world famous John Hopkins School of Medicine, he became Regius Professor of Medicine at Oxford- the highest honor that can be bestowed upon any medical man in the British Empire. He was knighted by the King Of England. When he died, two huge volumes containing 1446 pages were required to tell the story of his life.

    His name was Sir William Osler. Here are the twenty-one words that he read in the spring of 1871- twenty-one words from Thomas Carlyle that helped him lead a life free of worry

    ” Our main business is not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand” 

    So this point here is the euphoria we need, it could be related to almost anything in life. Enjoying every moment of the transition period. Doing perfectly whatever you find at hand, being faithful in the small thing and thereby you are building up the muscles to what lies ahead.

  • The ordeal of a heartbreak

    The ordeal of a heartbreak

    Ouch! I have just been bitten by a snake

    Oh! Little creepy creature; swift little bastard

    Your venom is quick and sedative

    Your poison is hostile to my bloodstream

    Yet, it is relaxing and intoxicating

    Explains why I am seeing one thing as though they were two

     

    You filthy crawling demon, why would you have such beauty?

    You have the cuteness of a newborn

    Your eyes carry the ignorance of a bunny

    And when you raise your head, tilting your fish-like neck forward

    Even the breeze move slowly caressing your velvety bod

    Aware of the havoc you are about to wreck

     

    Sitting here, helpless and weak

    As life slowly leaves my body

    I refuse to let your venom tint the sweet memories I relished for so long

    Fred, my cousin is here now but, the worm is long gone

    Far into the abyss of the rest of the world

    She left me; the serpent I married as a wife

     

    Something must kill a man

    But this is not a good way to go.

  • A twist: Stuck in a graveyard ep 2

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    Read the previous episode: A twist: stuck in a graveyard ep 1

    Can you feel this? Can you hear me? Please fight, come back to me. Those were the words I heard from afar, I felt pale, and all my body sockets seemed loose. I opened my eyes and they were met with tears from Lillian’s eyes (a nurse and a friend) she wasn’t on duty, was only there for me; It’s not making sense but, I knew I was trapped and on a sick bed. Lillian was sobbing intermittently and finally broke down and cried. At that moment, I knew things had moved from bad to worse but, she saved me the pain of asking as she narrated…

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  • A twist: Stuck in a graveyard ep 1

    I have been here since Noon, stood, knelt, laid, squeezed, lament, and at a time… silent

    Outside there, packed my car; here, grounded on a bare foot

    My stomach had forgotten the taste of food and throat, the satisfaction of water

    My whole body is weak, my eyes, weary as it seem to have exhausted its tears

    Right here, in total darkness, rattling with “guilt”

    No fear, no thought of horror, no panic but “guilt”

    In a flash of memories, I went through everything once again

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