Creative writing
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Help! (a poem)
Psalms 34:17-18[17]The righteous call to the Lord, and he listens; he rescues them from all their troubles.[18]The Lord is near to those who are discouraged; he saves those who have lost all hope.
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Offline (a poem)
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It’s my Love Life, Please Mind Your Business.
It's official- I'm in love. I'm sitting at my dining table and I've been staring at this plate of noodles since afternoon. When I first looked upon its steaming persona coupled with its perfect texture I knew I had made magic. I'm still unconvinced that something so perfect could have come from so-imperfect-me. Maybe I could have resisted its passionate pull. I really tried, believe me, friends but I was undefended against that eggy aroma that was made to seduce even monks...
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“Tick,” Says the Clock (a short story)
"But mummy, please let's start packing now." This was the third time the second tallest amongst the bunch was repeating the exact sentence. Bolu looked at the owner of the voice without seeing him. She had thought the day she lost her husband would be the worse day of her life. Today was actively competing with that one. The words of two weeks ago replayed in her head. "I am not running a Charity organization here. This is the 5th month since you've been feeding me excuses. I too have children like yours. If 'please' could fill the stomach, I'd never be hungry again!" She and her children sat facing…
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The Silliest Story I’ve Heard in a Long Time
Have you heard of Adam Leprascon before? In the 1960s, he was well known for his mileage in the world of AI especially at a time when only little was known about it. His program was placed in a white beautiful looking metallic horse. It had a nice bleat to it and okay running speed...for a robot. Seven months after this awesome invention, Leprascon took it home to be an official member of his family. Not long after, the family was to go on their annual vacation to his hometown in Switzerland. Unknown to them, their first boy who had been having a last-minute ride on the horse, forgot to…
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The Celestials’ First Theatrical Experience: Watching God’s Script Come Alive
Once upon a time, an announcement was made to every corner of the Galaxy and every ear that heard it tingled and mouths fell open. The old rumour was confirmed! Soon an innumerable or definable ensemble was at the Sovereign Theatre, built exactly for this purpose. Tonight was the opening night for the drama that had been the announcement earlier that day. The stage light was already set. It was focused on Earth. God's son was nowhere in sight. Even as their eyes confirmed his absence, some still did not believe. It was that incredible. Then, indeed he was the star of the film? Beings sat, whispers started
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TRUTH OR DIE? (A Short Story)
As Kingsley Ejikeme took his fifth bite of the spicy gala sausage roll in his hands, he suddenly remembered where he had seen the boy that had given him the gala before. His uncle was Ifeanyi Anyanwu, his old friend. His forty-four-year-old hands shook once but he clenched them. Could this be coincidence? He shook off the foreboding feeling but it was too late. It had already taken root. At home, that evening, his hands paused at the eba and Onugbu soup that was his dinner. The thought of swallowing his favourite meal made his already unsettled stomach feel like emptying itself. His mind was on only one thing- A…
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A Beggarly Romance Tale
Yetunde’s father was disgusted as he sized the man talking to his daughter in the market. He could not believe his eyes. Were they deceiving him? Why were they telling him that his third daughter was eating chicken with a man and blushing as they talked? The eyes were even now adding the extra information that the man she was talking to was a beggar. He made a mental note to see his optician the next day. He must be overdue for new lenses. Mr Balogun was not a fool. He looked closer. He had lived on this Earth for fifty-eight years. He knew this game he was witnessing very…
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Have You Seen My Baby? (a poem)
From the Stables of a Backsliden Christian… What does God’s presence mean to you? How much do you value his voice? Do you still tremble in awe of him or like Peter, you’re standing afar off? I wrote this poem in May. It was a time when my life was filled with much sadness steming from my disobedience to God’s instruction and my confusion and desire to fix it all and return to the way it used to be. Funny how you may not have noticed the distance that slowly crept in between you and your saviour or you’re still where you veered off the path of righteousness. Maybe you…
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Dearest Jessica, I Must Confess
Dearest Jessica, Believe me when I say I'm more surprised that I am writing this letter to you than you will be of reading it. I guess I should give this letter a subject as is normal. Here it is: CHEERS TO FRESH LOVE.
