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The Final Ride. | Utteredsilences
https://utteredsilences.wordpress.com/2015/05/24/the-final-ride
Ah, there you are, tea or coffee? Insane. →. May 24, 2015. A beaut of a man lived. Standing tall, proud with a stable income. He was quite a stud. Shining skin, glorious mane of hair. 8216;hung too’ the ladies would whisper. Because his favorite sport was riding so they would know. Now, our mister was firm in his ways. His yes was yes and his nay a neigh. But he was oft found in stables not his own. Romping ladies with appreciable rump. And they were aplenty. The sun was cheerful this day. It’s all...
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My Ugly Cousin. – Cecile's blog
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As told by the she…. 30 days 30 writers. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 1,773 other followers. 30 DAYS 30 WRITERS. There would be no tears. Have you met my ugly cousin? Have you seen her red eyes of hatred and her white tongue of hurtful words? Have you studied her callous hands the evil she crafts with them? Have you listened to the slowness of her words, the way they buzz in your ears to annoy you? When I was reg...
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Not exactly | OMOLEWA ESTHER
https://omolewaesther.wordpress.com/2016/07/22/not-exactly
Random, howbeit meaningful thoughts stringed into words. July 22, 2016. July 22, 2016. Rain had refused to fall in Akure, although April was fast running to an end. It was as though there was a powerful force holding it back. The sky seemed to have shut its mouth at the command of a brutish superordinate. My sister worried that either of our two brothers or worse, our neighbour’s recalcitrant brother could pass by and see us through the window. I shrugged: ‘I do not care if anyone comes in here and...