Featured Author: @marriot5464
Mystery
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"Later that evening, as I sat in the sitting room watching TV, it came on: Breaking News: The ADC Airlines Flight 086 (ADK086) traveling from Port Harcourt to Lagos on the afternoon of November 7, 1996. The exact flight I was supposed to board for my trip that day had crashed at a very high speed into a lagoon, killing all 144 passengers and crew on board; not a single soul survived. To this day, it's still a mystery to me what or how it all happened. I lost a friend and business partner that day," he said, making the sign of the cross.
Featured Author: @jhymi
Blooming Hope
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Wait.
“Babe is this ours?”
He chuckled. “You’ve always talked about how much you wanted to write with the country breeze blowing at you. This is my gift and my apology for not doing this for you.”
I yelled and was about to jump at him in happiness when I noticed something I hadn’t before. The door. It was....yellow.
YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.
“Babe, what is up with you? Yellow door? For Pete’s sake. I hate that colour!”
Featured Author: @jhymi
Lana's Keepsake
Pixabay
“Hey, I wonder. Do I know you?” He asked, laying the charm thick. And I was immediately transported to another time. Seven years ago. It was that charming voice that got me. That easy smile. The same smile that looked down mockingly at me as I begged for my life. He’d left me for dead at the bottom of the stairs. I’d discovered his phoney, fraudulent ways and what he did for money and I’d been too naïve, too innocent. I confronted him about it. Worst mistake of my life. And he transformed immediately. The man who made that song for me. “You are my treasure.” Sang it to me every day. With smiles on his face and love in his eyes looked at me and sent me tumbling down.
Featured Author: @warpedpoetic
This is an elegy a tale of love I think
Pixabay
It is 7.45am. It is time to leave. You retract like a scab from an old wound. I can almost see the filmy flesh still reflecting the pink brown beneath. This will hurt, I whisper. You smile and nod. Your words have left you. The poetry has become voiceless. Please stay. You shake your head and pick your purse and phone. I get up and pick up the bags. I look around the room to see if anything is left. There's only the soft impression of our bodies like two fingers in the shape of peace. I almost weep.
Featured Author: @rare-gem
Losing my grandpa; his death was a mystery
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After a while, I became sleepy, but I didn't feel like leaving him yet. I couldn't understand the feeling, but I knew I felt strange. Unknown to me, I slept off, and I was taken to my room. Just as on a normal night, I slept, and later in the early morning, I was woken up by strange voices and the loud sound of cries. Immediately, I hurried out of bed just to see what was happening outside, and I saw my grandma sitting on the floor, wailing and crying profusely.
Featured Author: @restcity
Returned Feelings
Pixabay
They had been 15 and 16 when World War 3 broke out, and separated for years since. While Kaylee's family stayed in the city as more rations were imported there, Alexander's family fled to the country for safety. Their country's currency had gone up and down like a seesaw. One day Kaylee could walk out of the store with a cart full of rations, the next she left empty-handed, all with the same amount of money. Kaylee lost her Mom in a city-wide attack when the power had gone out. While she grieved, her father barely let her go anywhere by herself anymore, and was constantly checking on her. One early morning he told her to take the car, leave for the countryside, and never come back.
Featured Author: @juniorgomez
We are not alone
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"I want to cry," I said, my voice breaking, interrupting the silence that enveloped us, "but no matter how hard I try, I can't. The tears won't come. The tears won't come. And it's not because I didn't love Dad.
She was sitting on the edge of my grandmother's bed. She asked me to lay my head on her legs and when I did she stroked my hair.
"Your dad was like that too," she said, as tenderly as his sadness would allow, "he had a hard time crying and he didn't like to see others cry. But it's okay if you want to. Don't hold back. It was your dad who died, not a stranger.
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