You’re Mephiboseth?? Yes I am Kaine, can I be your friend? Sure, I’ll be glad…. on one condition, Kaine cuts in… what’s that?? You will tell me stories about Isreal, have heard a lot and I want to know more especially that Soldier, David. Mephiboseth smiled….. Alright, I will. David was my father’s friend…. […]
“No!, I can’t” she retorted “What do you mean you can’t?” he asked her as he moved angrily towards her “I can’t do this anymore, whatever it is we are doing, I am done!” she said as she tried leaving He leaped forward and held the door closed “We are done only when I say
The air was frigid, the darkness all-encompassing, and a silence so profound it echoed in my ears. Never before had I encountered such stillness, and I couldn’t comprehend its origin. Was this the aftermath? Was this the end? Doubts plagued my mind, as they often did, for I was a natural skeptic, molded by my
Ziba…….you……know I can’t take……..him, Machir shivered for the first time before me. Ziba was a bloody business man and soldier, everyone knew him to be a filthy one at that and had dirty tricks up his sleeve, ever close to the devil’s workshop, one of my Father’s main client with fifteen sons and twenty servants
Azuna, my Father’s step brother who thought the northern expedition would not be successful ran for his life after 2years of ruling with greed, brutality and lack of compassion towards the people when my Uncle Zokar returned. He wept bitterly and vowed to find Azuna and pluck out his eyes like he did to
I, Prince Kampular Kaine II writes this with my hands to all Medes and Persians, of all the things I have seen and experienced from infant to this day, making me your King. Who would have thought that the one known as Kaine, my slave self was the very prince and only son of
Dora picked up Jamal’s picture and smoothed her fingers across his bearded jaw. She had countlessly tucked their memories under her pillow at night and waited anxiously for him in her dreams but he wouldn’t show up. Even when the nights stood still whenever she thought of him, she still wouldn’t find a sweet
On nights like this, he used to hold my hand while I hold him in my heart, but tonight_ the sky is full of stars and my heart is meshed with scars. / shattered like shards of a broken crystal, the relic of his breath in my mouth now tastes like my tears_ sour and
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Pictorial carmine, Reddish brown or Pink? A recreation of solitude, he was Bit by bit, he broke me down Even when I couldn’t erase him from my thoughts Like a soft petal, he arrived with a rosy hue And he explored the serenity of my affection Desperation and desolation held me back I
I want to talk about the 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 days when___ I was a pedestrian on the highway With the bright and succulent mangoes Assembled in the tray sitting on my head Every day after 2 pm__ when my mates did their assignments With my school uniform, still on, I would perambulate 𝘖𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘭𝘢 Swinging
