For Worse Or Better_A Meeting of the Minds._The Heat Between the Clouds_HOW OUR PATHS ALIGNED By Nka
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For Worse Or Better
“What? I can’t believe your sister did that. What could be worse?”I waited for Terry to reply, but the phone went silent.“Hello? Terry? You there?”Still, no answer.After I checked my phone, saw it had four bars. So, I opened the Internet app and found it working normally. Then, I tried calling home. The phone icon flashed on my screen, then warned me there was no service available. This is so weird, I thought.Electronically defeated, I hopped on my bike and rode home. I sped up our driveway, jumped off the bike and charge into the living room.“Mom!” I shouted out, but there was no reply. Perha...
A Meeting of the Minds.
*TW* LanguageIt was a dreary Saturday. Of course, everyday had become a bit dreary for me these days. Stuck in the mundane, a spectacular waste of braincells and potential. Wasted away and living the life of a settler. That's what I call them, the people who build their life on repetition and consistency. The kind who work at the same job for 50 years, thinking that their hard work and servitude ACTUALLY means something to the rich pricks who own the company. The kind of people that live their entire lives with the goal of getting married to their high school sweetheart, having kids, and remai...
The Heat Between the Clouds
Marina laid the large wicker basket of her hot-air balloon sideways as she held open the edges of her envelope bag with wide-open arms. The inflator fan began to gradually expand the red and yellow striped-bag with cold air while her mother prepared the burners and made sure Marina had packed everything she needed for her long journey East. Her nephwww.onedoor.ccew helped load the propane tanks and strapped them in on each corner to achieve the equilibrium she needed to steer safely. Marina carried in the ballasts and other necessities, she paused while picking up the hunting knife from the ground. It was o...
HOW OUR PATHS ALIGNED By Nkama Chukwuemeka
Amaka, Ben and I have known each other for six years now. The three of us are best of friends. We’ve all been to camp meetings halfway around the world; in the national theatre; in the national stadium and in church services all together sitting side by side fifteen percent of the times in no particular order, but the usual order has always been me on either side of Ben who always occupies the middle position between Amaka and me. I mustn’t sit next to Amaka if it were possible. We all loved each other but the love between the pair of Amaka and Ben, is bigger than any mind can comprehend. I wa...