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Oblivious Prominence Dear diary, I went to the beach again today. I think I have a new record – downing a bottle in less than an hour. I didn’t pass out. Instead a strange man walked up to me and we talked so endlessly. I just forgot his name, did I ask? I can’t even seem to make out his face. Well, that was useless of me. I’m thinking of going back there tonight. Hopefully he will show. Hopefully I will not be tempted to down another bottle of scotch so disgracefully. P.S – quite weird that I sensed a familiarity in his voice. Rae go...
Weekly Contest #100
Today’s sunset is so cloudless and nostalgic, when it disappears I fear it will take a piece of me with it that is drenched in her memory. I feel out of sorts sitting here on the veranda without her. She should be sitting beside me right now and asking me to read from the holy book the scripture that her pastor was preaching on Sunday. She would complain how hot the weather is, but still find her sipping on piping hot tea. I would sit on the opposite chair beside her every day and tell her that she had the most beautiful brown eyes. T...
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I cannot recall what was happening in my head when I decided to sell my pastry goods caravan so that I can have enough money to build an NGO Center. All I know is that the day she walked up to buy at my caravan, my life changed. I walked up to her as the waitress was taking her order, my eyes explored her and were welcomed by new bruises, newer than the ones from last Thursday when she had sprinted up to me for the third time as I was locking up. A black Audi SUV had pulled up and a man silhouette emerged. She had hid behind the caravan. He ...
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