While I am currently undergoing my procrastination of writing (which is bad, REAL BAD), I figured I should start blogging and posting my stories from other sites to WordPress. 104 more words
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Just because I’ve been doing work lately doesn’t mean I feel fulfilled. Do not mistake my busyness for happiness; my actions are those of someone who does not know what else to do.
The “One More Day” blog tour marches on! Have you bought yourself a copy of the anthology yet? ^^ How about copies for your friends and family? 1,069 more words
Henry was the only son of Mr and Mrs Nkanu, born on the 12th day of March 1993 into a house that was made a home already with all the basic comfort a child will need including a nani to take care of him when his parent were away from home without him, he grew up knowing little or no stress at all due to the fact that he did almost nothing for himself, everything was taken care of by his nani. 999 more words
She doesn’t look like much, just a few sharp angles and a few more curvy ones jumbled together in a sort of half graceful mess. Her eyes are a little too wide-set and her brows are plucked in a way that reveals their lack of dedication to the task of framing the arches on her face. 102 more words
So it began – the farewell voyage of the mind. Those last final moments between existence and sheer nothingness. The final fervent streaming of dying cells, the frenzied grasping thoughts, the agitated movements that struggle to hold on to this material of worlds. 41 more words