October 2017 - KylieJoyTerundu

Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES

A LITTLE, TOO LATE.

Posted On October 26, 2017November 18, 2018 By admin4 Comments

Sylvia stormed into my house. I was playing Play Station 3’s Fifa 17 with the boys. We all turned to her in shock “What are you doing here, and how did you get in?”. I hadn’t seen her in over a year. Last I heard, she was visiting Dubai with her elder sister. I didn’t Continue Reading

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The AFTERMATH.

Posted On October 15, 2017November 6, 2018 By admin1 Comment

“Efe, are you gay?” Chioma was asking, seated in my teak wood king sized bed, naked. I thought she looked radiating. “No, I’m not gay” She quirked a brow at me. “So why won’t you cum?” she accused. “This is like the fourth time Efe!” I pulled my gray briefs up to my waist before Continue Reading

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I'M PREGNANT!

Posted On October 10, 2017 By admin1 Comment

I couldn’t focus. Work was a blur, and I was simply going through it’s motions. I was pregnant. I had found out a week before, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell Stanley. What if he thought I planned it all? I know I had been hinting about Marriage but not this way! I didn’t Continue Reading

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A LITTLE, TOO LATE. (485)
Sylvia stormed into my house. I was playing Play Station 3's Fifa 17 with the boys. We all turned to her in shock "What are you doing here, and how did you get in?". I hadn't seen her in over a year. Last I heard, she was visiting Dubai with her elder sister. I didn't <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2017/10/10/im-pregnant/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
ALEXANDER. (18+) (439)
Touché! That had to be his favorite word. I remember him saying it more times than he said any other singular word. “Touché!” He wrote me when I accused him of being too direct in his texts. That word, nothing else. But that was Alexander, that was the way he communicated. He wasn’t a man <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2017/10/10/im-pregnant/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
UNREQUITED. (18+) (415)
It's hard just thinking about it. PART ONE. It was a Friday in September. That Friday started off like any other day, Ene and I woke up, had our baths and rushed out for Lectures. We returned afterwards, prepared lunch, ate and relaxed on our beds. As we lay engrossed with our phones, she <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2017/10/10/im-pregnant/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
CHOICES.(18+) (391)
I often wondered what I would do if I saw her again. She did not contact me for a year and I didn't reach out to her either. Then that evening happened. I got out of the shower to a beeping notification light on my phone. I picked up the phone from the dresser where I <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2017/10/10/im-pregnant/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
Repercussion. (382)
PRESENT DAY. Mike hadn't come home in the past weeks, I kept calling him but he won't pick my calls. I got a blue tick every time I sent a WhatsApp message - he was reading them, he just wasn't replying. I moved through the motions with everyday that went by, I was besides <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2017/10/10/im-pregnant/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
ROSE. (18+) (380)
12.Am. Rosemary stood still by the white wooden door, trying not to breath too hard. The hallway, dimly lit by the recessed light reflecting from the antechamber stood still with her. She could hear the clock ticking in the distance - tick tock, tick tock, reminding her of the twenty minutes she had spent, standing <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2017/10/10/im-pregnant/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
PLUCKED. (353)
KWALE, 1993. Thunder storms rumbled outside the thatched house of mama Awele as rain heavily pattered down to the old roof and unto the sandy ground. Every family in the small village was taking shelter in their huts, while some slept from the cold and relaxing feeling the rain brought, others warmed their afternoon meals <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2017/10/10/im-pregnant/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
HER FIRST. (322)
2008. Susan Ayankele's slender figure sat nervously at the edge of Mike's Vitafoam mattress, dropped on the bare floor of his apartment. She pressed her lean legs together and exhaled heavily. Here she was, a nineteen year old, hundred level student in the apartment of a popular final year boy. She would be the envy <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2017/10/10/im-pregnant/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>

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