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Khotso Motale

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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...Can Somebody please just dial Mrs McCarthy's heart 911- Marry's last tear

Without any doubt attached, she knew nothing about what her future held or had in-store for her, but just like a soldier loaded with rifles and standby for war, she constantly through all her long days and countless nights confidently looked forward and stood ready for tomorrow, because she hoped and belived that one day all the pieces and fallen crumbs will finally make sense. She had a more than stronger than Hulk believe in her heart that every little or big nightmare will come to a complete stand still like a ship in doldrums. Thoug...

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Somebody please dial Mrs McCarthy's heart 911- Marry's second tear

..."but wait, this' the mother of your kids..you can't just abandon her like she was some girl at a party..you better swallow your pride that'll cause you your life and go fix things with your wife for the sake of Junior.. trust me, she might have been driven by wrath, pain, tears and pregnancy cramps to take the decision she took.. I might be wrong but I'm willing to bet with my life I'm not.. you always wanted a girl in your life, but unfortunately your parents only welcomed boys.. so here's the golden opportunity to be Princess' father an...

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Somebody dial Mrs McCarthy's heart 911- Marry's first tear

..."don't you dare Priscilla!! Raise your defeaning voice and talk to me like I don't put food on the table"... "And don't you dare too Terrance 'Mr prodigal son' talk to me like I'm one of the young girls you let dangle on your thighs! Angrily responded back Mrs McCarthy, as she felt her heart slowly starting to lean against her ribs like the Italian leaning tower. Her heart had had a more than enough share of enough, the only thing that was left for it was to go for an operation at the soonest possible opportunity. It had carried more s...

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Tear drops and closed caskets

Submitted to Contest #85

  Content warning   ...in a sense I'm 14 years, 4 months suicidal, and nobody knows it better than my mind that every year they sing a happy birthday for me, inside my chest behind my ribs there's a beating organ that sings for me too a happy-alive-day song, because of surviving all the 335 suicidal thoughts and attempts. All the diarys I've been owning from the age of 7 are full of never ending lists of things I brood and reminisce about whenever I'm in solitude. Be in a taxi to school; reading a book alone in the park; aiding mys...

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Valentine's day gone haunting

...of course I was tired of abiding by the rules. Fed up to the back teeth of being a butt of all girls jokes, and sick of being called a bookworm or a nerd everytime I passed in the school's corridor. I was tired of all that, so I decided to set my own rules, live my own life and do things my way, and not the pastor's way, because I thought I knew it all. I thought my decisions were never going to lead me astray or one day come to haunt me. I wanted to prove to the pupil of North Hill that I can be a bad girl too. I can walk around in the c...

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