Ashake knew it was time to get out of bed when she heard her name being called repeatedly. She yawned loudly as she mentally prepared her self for the chilling bath Maami would put her through in the next few minutes. How was it morning already? It seemed barely minutes ago that Maami had walked…
Tag: gothic
A rose for Amarachi
Dr. Welsh I could tell that something was wrong the moment she stepped into my office. Her eyes were choked deep in their sockets, her lips hung for dear dehydrated life, and her hair clung disobediently to the nape of her neck. She had on black sweatshirt and leather sweatpants of the same color, then,…
Facade
The pony tail was the first to come crashing down. All eight hours of confinement and utter obedience, flying wildly till they, of their own accord, decided to settle freely beneath the nape of my neck. The blue checkered shirt was next, it and its matching blue pant carelessly settling atop the confusion that was…
Confessions of a Deranged Romantic
Dear Jamjam, Did you read the weather report? They say there’s an 80 percent chance it will snow today. This is awesome news; it never snows in Houston so you know how important this is to me…us. We can finally be together. I couldn’t go to bed last night. I’ve been up since 1am planning,…
Lilian Ogbuefi 