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Birthday party
“Well, better late than never”, he said to himself as he looked at himself in the mirror while he was doing his blue tie. He knew he wasn’t going to make it on time. The party was set to start in fifteen minute’s time, at 20h00 but it would be impossible to get there before then. It would take him at least half an hour to get there. Steve was always late to any occasion and on this one, he had been invited by his friends to a party where, he was promised, would be many women. The party was in his honor to celebrate his birthday. Steve was 47 now and still single. But he wasn’t single because h...
"One sure cure for Constraints"
TW: genocideHe had requested for bus from the Secretariat to transport the corners to their new place of primary assignment. The Chairman of the local government versed in English, he speaks 90percent Hausa and 10 percent English. The secretary seems to be the one doing most of the speaking in English. I never really liked the look of that secretary even beforewww.onedoor.cc his true colors started manifesting. The Chairman seems to be more jovial.One look at the secretary had told me all I needed to know. I voiced my concern out and many discarded it as my running riots but they were to confirm my prophe...
Turing Test
The velvet armchair opposite me cries out in protest when the strangely clad, unfairly symmetrical man finally collapses into it.His too small button up shirt rides up a little on his stomach, exposing tan, bruised skin and stitches, which my gaze can’t help but linger on. After a moment of stillness, he shifts to fold his one knee over the other, leaning back into the plush red fabric as if he’s been here a million times before.The smoke from his alabaster cigarette has already spread to become part of the air, blanketing my expensive European furniture with the sixty-five-year-old northern a...
The Invite
“Are you coming tonight?”Bell saw the message notification light up on her phone sitting beside her on the couch. She felt dread building up inside her at the thought of opening the message and needing to answer it. As an introvert, she desperately craved her at-home-and-alone time. It wasn’t that she was anti-social; she just preferred to stay in than go out. She also preferred dogs and cats to human beings. Okay, so maybe she was a little anti-social. She would go for a day where she never left the house and the only other living thing she interacted with was her bunny Tulla over a day wher...