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Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES

PLUCKED.

Posted On September 16, 2018September 2, 2019 By admin56 Comments

KWALE, 1993. Thunderstorms 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 in Continue Reading

Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES

UCHENNA’S STORY. (PART 1)

Posted On February 16, 2018October 1, 2019 By admin12 Comments

Uchenna took a sip from the tumbler in his grip. He shut his eyes as the chilled orange juice traveled down his dry throat. It had been a long day at work, and Holland’s summer had him feeling clammy all afternoon. He slid further into the couch, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the drink when Continue Reading

Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES

Father.

Posted On June 4, 2016 By admincomment

I always imagined what my father had been like, the things he liked, the things he did not like, if he was cool, or not. Was he light skinned like me or dark as mum? I would wonder.

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ROSE. (18+) (930)
12.Am. Rosemary stood still by the white wooden door, trying not to breathe 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/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
ALEXANDER. (18+) (624)
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/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
UNREQUITED. (18+) (584)
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/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
A LITTLE, TOO LATE. (579)
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/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
TEENAGE LOVE. (569)
2004. Federal Government College Vandeikya. Jss1- Ss2 girls of Mande house lined up in front of their hostel, this was their custom whenever announcements were to be made. Senior Caroline, the house captain climbed upon the stage. "Good morning girls. We don't have time so let me just tell you people sharp sharp. Today <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
ONE TIME IN NOVEMBER. (552)
DOWNTOWN CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, 2016. “You’re up?” Clayton's DM read on my Instagram profile. But I was only just waking up. His message was sent minutes past 1.am, while I was fast asleep. I smiled, glad he texted because I had made up my mind not to pursue our friendship any longer. Not for anything, he did <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
CHOICES.(18+) (487)
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/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
PLUCKED. (482)
KWALE, 1993. Thunderstorms 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 in <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>

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