itchyfingers

I was small and fragile, so insecure..like a feather-light fickle thing. I was barely a person, barely able to hold my own, and yet i felt loved even when i didn't know by who. There are times i felt cold,

Don't.. I was there, right there when you walked pass as though i never existed. I went hungry on most days while you tossed away remains from fat chicken thighs and chased me away as i dug in your bin.

Its a funny story actually.. You see, i met her once on my way to the play ball down the alley with some friends. She stood there dressed in a dark dress worse for wear. Her hair disheveled and her lipstick

Lying down in the dark ..i frizzled through my thoughts ..i must have thought up something pretty intelligent to write earlier…then i forgot!#smh Out of d blue..my mind drifted..more like digressed..to

FIRE AND ICE There is something fleeting about love,the way it catches you unawares like the butterfly that perks on your shoulders making your heart skip. The way it tickles your toes as it rises,caressing

Love Is… . . He wanted to make her laugh, without tickling her sides. . He wanted to make her smile, without having to kiss her eyes He wanted to tell her she was beautiful, without having to let the words

–●BANG BANG!!! MY BABY SHOT ME DOWN!! “Bang bang !!! bang bang bang!!’’ my five years old son chased me around the house , we were playing Cop and thief. He held his water pistol, pointed at me, “Bang”

She crawled out from under the table and peered at the the mouse running into its hole, having stolen cheese off the baker’s table. She was a curious little child. But that wasn’t the only thing strange

Hello there beautiful human, my name is Stephanie Egberike but you can call me Itchy Fingers. Yes, Exactly!😄 I love to write, or rather my Itchy Fingers.. (who by the way I have no either if it's a She/He/