Three (fold).

Three (fold).

I know she loves me the same way i love her, he thought while stealing a glance at her. But him on the other hand unlike her, loves me in a different way-tough love! I think he cares and adores me though he pretends not to; i have seen the look of concern on his face every time I make a slight, unusual sound.
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Crimson lover

Crimson lover

He felt her intangible, hair raising, bed sheet ruffling, air cutting presence for the second time that night. Continue reading

Letting go

Letting go

Ultimately amid all the sadness and sulking and the deeply unnerving, very upsetting irritability of an irrational situation, he had to let her go.

“I am in love with the wind.” She had explained. Continue reading

Foregone Conclusions

Foregone Conclusions

“Nyokabi,” Kimathi said. “I am a tad worried about something.”

“Your prudish behavior?”

“No,” he explained. “It’s the utter absurdness of trying, unfavorably so, to cross reference my dreams with reality.” Continue reading

Withered vivacity

Withered vivacity

Once upon a fireplace in a brick house at the end of the street where a crow, black as a mid October night, always perched on the picket fence, Marilyn Monroe came to back to life. Continue reading

Man Talk IV

Man Talk IV

It was the first in a long time when the boys got to hang out together; the Shaka Gang, they used to call themselves. That was back when they had just cleared campus. Continue reading

Satin Dreams.

Satin Dreams.

Her life was blissful because he added a sparkle to it, ever so subtly, ever so lovingly in a forever-and-ever blissful kind of way. Continue reading