THE END, at the beginning…_A TRANSOM OF LOVE_A loner_My Uncle and I
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THE END, at the beginning…
THE END, at the beginning….. The candle had burned down to just a puddle of wax on the plate; the last bit of flame diminished into nothing as darkness overcame the tiny room. He could no longer see his breath but could feel the stinging cold and believed it was dark outside. He sat motionless except for the trembling of his body that was trying to keep the blood from jelling in his veins. The last time he had looked at the thermometer was before the flame died and it read thirty-four Fahrenheit. It was cold. “How did he get into such a mess,”he thought to himself. It seemed on...
A TRANSOM OF LOVE
A melodious clamor of girls’ talking was emerging out from the middle class room of the tuition center. The conversatiowww.onedoor.ccn was at its full swing among the young audacious students. When Mr. Rauf entered the class amid of these gossips, a silence prevailed there suddenly. The tunes of mischievous chattering were quiet now. When he took a bird eye view of the students, he found two new girls sitting on the front desks. He inquired about the whereabouts of these new students politely. A pretty looking tall girl stood up decently to introduce and said, “Sir! I am Tania and this is my cousin Manaza. ...
A loner
Chapter oneAlright dear, i will be coming with my Lil sis. I froze immediately after hearing this statement, me follow Ann to where, probably not me. Ann is my elder sister with just 4 years gap in between us, Just because the gap aren't just much, but she acts like the 4 years worth a century with her bossy character. Yet with this bossy attitude of hers we are still the best friends in the house being the only two girls in the house, while my other siblings are all male. Let's not get much into introduction, back to my Narration. I got lots I thoughts in my skull then. I gave her a questioni...
My Uncle and I
We have similar but slightly different stories. We could relate similar experiences. “Do you know that it breaks my heart that I never knew my mother? I have never seen her. I don’t know how she looks like. The descriptions I have about her, I got them from some other people. Whenever I paid a visit to her hometown, her kindred do give descriptions of her.” I have a different story. I know my mother. I can describe her although not very vividly. She was with me during my early childhood. Though there was a time she was away for six months then another a whole year. It was her second voyage th...