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Night Files 3

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It was the day before yesterday. I remember clearly because I wore the shirt I disliked. I remember strutting down the hall with my hands in my pocket, feigning confidence which was already lost in that shirt. I saw him; albeit for a split second. But there’s no mistaking it was him. His brief statue darted down the stairs and I was caught in my tracks. I exhaled the air I wasn’t aware I was holding. Something about him sent creep waves my way. Not only mine as I turned to see a woman and her son retreating from his way.   Continue reading “Night Files 3”

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Night Files 2

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‘One day at a time’, Laila said to herself as she turned off the alarm she had snoozed three times already. She felt the weight of the world on her shoulders as she sat up on the disheveled bed. She couldn’t remember sleeping. There had been a lot of crying and drinking to drown her fears and she fell asleep somewhere in the middle. The pain still gnawed at her heart while she silently whispered ‘Help me God’  Continue reading “Night Files 2”

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DTM 5

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Dear Diary,

Isn’t it amazing how publicizing ‘Diaries’ is now a huge thing? I mean, we have Vampire Diaries, Jenifas Diary, Diary of a mad black woman etc. I still remember how over protective I was in high school. I’d be enraged whenever someone sniffed the oh so colorful paperback. I mean, isn’t there a right to privacy? Now that I’m all grown up though, I’ve come to terms with the inevitable fact that no matter how private your life is, at your death, everything becomes open. This has helped me live a more transparent and simplistic life.  Continue reading “DTM 5”