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The lost soul
Tuesday evening, February 2016, around 16:00pm, birds chipping and the smell of the town was starting to get inside of our homes, the sunset was blossomed and everything just looked beautiful as if it was the end of www.onedoor.ccthe world, the phone rang and Marcia picked it up with a jolly face as her cousin was calling, she was always his favorite and he used to call her everyday just to check up on her, but this time the call was different he wanted to see her as it's been so long since they saw each other; cousin Chris told her to prepare as he was on his way back from work' she loved his cousin's and ...
The land of the lost
The first thing Keira noticed when she woke up was the grass. The shaved pasture seemed to surround and consume her. It was only when the gentle breeze blew past that she noticed the boy beside her. He was rolled into a ball with his hands cradling his head. She would later find out that she had hit his head with hers when she had woken up. She stared at him for a minute, thinking about whether or not to wake him up but decided against it. The breeze that flowed around her felt alive, it was quiet but yet it seemed to speak to her, calling her name. It was then that she noticed the pond. It wa...
Empress Hatinu
My name is Hassan mai wurno pronounced wuruno, I'm 42, am about 5’8,in height, hair was black curled as if jerry curl was applied. I tell you truth, I have never touched any oil on my head since my secondary school days. I'm a fulani man, that is why my hair is like that. I weigh about 68kg. My profession changes every season, somethings, it doubles per season but I am staff of local government in record,others are side kicks. I came from sokoto northern nigeria. I passed through schools, primary to university level where I studies agricultural science, but considering situation I found mysel...
Faded Scars
I know my appearence makes people uncomfortable...my existence is unsettling for people. They stare at me with thousands of questions brimming in their eyes, yet the truth is...the truth is I have just as many questions as they do. Everyone is constantly questioning who they are as a person. We question our motives and our responsibilities. We question whether we have made the right choices and whether we know where our life is going. I won't pretend that I am special...I am just like everyone else, I want the answers to all these questions and more. Yet, unlike most people they have context....