He will ask, why are you behaving like this babes?, your mood was okay last I checked, why the switch of mood huh?, what's my offense? is it because if what I said? all being curious and inquisitive to

My eyes are glued to the clock on the wall, wondering why there are three hands; thin, short and the long hand. Thin - seconds, Morning phase Long- Minutes, afternoon phase Short - hours, evening phase

Hello, this is Alexa and this is a short story of how I lost a business opportunity/deal, due to being pissed over little issue. while growing up, I was prone to anger and at that I wasn't used to cracking

God abeg ooo this pains are for real, damn it, I exclaimed. How am I gonna do, where do I start from, how will I trust again, so I thought aloud. A knock disrupted my thoughts, yeah come in. Ah mummy,

Maureen how come you're here, mum asked. After all you you did to to her, you still have the effrontery to go to the hospital to check how bad it is to lock here, why ni haven't you people done enough?

The path is so narrow that darkness keep creeping in, I could hear the dangling and clicking of the plates, falling into thousand of pieces. I could hear people whispering from the kitchen, who is that?

Hello readers and fellow scribes, I am Blessings Sunday Frank, a full time writer, hardworking, target-oriented being. I develop interest in response to any topic, a versatile writer, specializing in creating