Her thoughts in words

Tag: fiction

  • A penny for your silence?

    “A penny for your Silence, Martha?” My sister asked,One night when we were both alone.“You’re no longer as loud as you usually are and you barely talk at all”I shook my head and pulled on a smile that felt too big for my face,And it felt so fakeThat the edges of my lips began to…

  • Circe

    Circe. Circe, they called her,For she was a literal goddess of magic,With a twist of her pen and a story in her head she could make anything come to life.With her wildest dreams and greatest ideas she created a universe she could call her own.None of the poets who came before or after her could…

  • The snap

    It felt like the world was spinning around me that day. It felt like the disbelief was twirling me around and around and I couldn’t stop. I felt dizzy but there was something else I felt, a heat rising in my chest that made me clear headed enough to focus on Chisom who was snapping…

  • The girl who does nothing

    I’m sitting in my bed just staring at my phone. It’s locked, the screen is dark and I’m just looking at it because I have nothing else to do. Oh, no wait, I actually do have a ton of things I have to do. I just don’t have the energy to do any of them.…

  • What I long for

    It’s been a long week, scratch that, it’s been a long month. My sister thinks I’m depressed. That’s funny actually “ha, ha depression” Like what the heck am I going through? Sorry, that wasn’t actually funny. Pardon my dumb ass humour. It’s a thing of the times. I wonder sometimes if I’m the only one…

  • Resolve: A short story

    Clementine staggered forward not because she was trying to be difficult but because she had no energy left in her. Physically, her strength had been depleted and she was wondering how she was still conscious. Mentally, she felt even worse. Her resolve had basically been diminished by the jury’s verdict. There was no way out…

  • A Grave mistake

    Short story A fatal Mistake. Being unemployed isn’t easy, especially when you’re twenty seven and more broke than you’ve ever been before. I rubbed my palm across my face as I read Tinu’s message for what could be the hundredth time today. “You don’t even have a stable source of income, you can text me…

  • Plagiarism

    A poet’s worst enemy,A thief’s best friend.Your work or an idea gets stolen from you,Pulled out from underneath you,By someone you’d least expect. There’s this ache in your chest,It really hurts,Your brain child has been kidnapped,And claimed by another.You tell people about it, pointing at the culprit,But try as you might they believe him over…

  • Expectations: A short story

    Tayo sat beside me on the bench as I cried into my hands. I could tell he felt really bad but was unsettled by my outburst. When he reached out and wrapped his arms around me I was supposed to feel better. That little tingle go was supposed to flow through my veins at light…

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