I CAN'T DIE BUT I CAN'T LIVE EITHER_Long Time Gone_It's not a dream._Snow and fire
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I CAN'T DIE BUT I CAN'T LIVE EITHER
Kabwe has been transformed from a ghost town into a sprawling metropolis by the status of Mulungushi University. This has been further augmented by the mushrooming of big shopping malls like Choppies, Kabwe Mall, name them. But what has catapulted Kabwe out of the shadows of humiliating poverty into the glorious light of a big thriving metropolitan city are Guest Houses. Out of need rather than curiosity I visited SAFE guest house in mine area to spend a night away from the merciless cold in the streets. A tall dark lady calling herself the manager took me to a room. The top bar on the door...
Long Time Gone
I walked into the drizzling rain, the light pitter-patter making my hair damp. Mom had called me crazy for thinking that Noah could come back, she said I needed something called "closure." She had tried to get me a therapist in the past, but it had never worked. I knew Noah came back, he always did, unless that tea raised itself. I stepped into the wet mud, hearing the slow squish underneath my old, torn up sneakers. "Noah? Hello?" A slight howl screams from up above as a slight chill pulled me into the trees clearing. I saw the faint outline of his undead body sifting through the air. My face...
It's not a dream.
It was just another day of my boring life. It could have been special if someone wanted to make it. How could my 18th birthday end like this? I am about to begin a new chapter of adulthood in my life. I am a total homesick right now, I wanted to be with my parents. I wanted to play with Abby(younger sister.) I wanted him to be there with me. I wanted Austin. It's not possible. These miles between us is just like the long lost road one only wishes to travel. Tears rolled down as I stared out the window. This bus ride is the longest ride I ever had. It's just me. I am not someone special ...
Snow and fire
It’s time, I have to do this. I settle my hand on my stomach benevolently, rubbing on it, a tear escapes my eyes. This will be the hardest thing I will ever have to do. This is the only way for one of us to survive and take care of you, I speak to my growing stomach. I put on my white cloak; I gaze at it recalling the day I was gifted this it was a representation of my tribe the Chióni.I used to hear the folk tales as a kid, the rivalry between the Chióni and the Fotiá. It all started when Christopher Fotiá, the leader of the Fotiá tribe. He had blazing hazel eyes, that is in toxifying. They u...