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EMOTIONAL JOURNEY.

Human beings are designed for many things. Loneliness isn’t one of them. – Mary Alice. The room was small, the

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UPSHOT 2 (18+)

Shola quickly wiped at her cheeks. She turned around and forced her lips into a smile. “Hey honey” she cooed,

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UPSHOT.

14th February 2014. “Hmmn, so another man will marry you like this?” he teased her, basking in the euphoria of

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RANCOUR.

"Kunle!” Shola called frantically, breezing towards her husband who was sitting and smiling at the TV screen, obviously enjoying the

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Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES

Gossiping in Class (Teen issue)

Posted On April 4, 2016 By admin2 Comments

Ss3 was so much fun. It was different from the other grades because we had all become seniors, we did not have to answer to anyone but the school Post Views: 35

Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES

Something "In the Glass"

Posted On April 4, 2016 By admin2 Comments

“mama!! Papa!!!” Olu screamed excitingly as he dashed for the door to his mother’s little kitchen, the letter and envelope dangling between his fingers “mama! Papa!!!” Post Views: 39

Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES

In Lust..(18+)

Posted On April 2, 2016 By admin6 Comments

What had started out as an innocent reunion with his ex girlfriend, blossomed into a full friendship and sexual chats Post Views: 52

Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES

Happily "never" After

Posted On April 2, 2016 By admin7 Comments

He had taken it too far this time around. She had endured his emotional neglect, his constant yelling when he should be listening, his egocentric nature, Post Views: 72

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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/2016/04/02/2/" 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/2016/04/02/2/" 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/2016/04/02/2/" 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/2016/04/02/2/" 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/2016/04/02/2/" 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/2016/04/02/2/" 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/2016/04/02/2/" 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/2016/04/02/2/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>

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