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A Christmas Miracle

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Do you believe in miracles or fairytales? Well…

Once in a while I write a short story to lighten the mood or pass a message and this is one of those times. I hope you enjoy it 😉. Oh, and Happy Holidays to you all.


A Christmas Miracle 

Maybe it was the way she called his name as she tapped on his shoulder that made him pay close attention to her, or maybe it was the fact that she was just simple – her dressing, makeup, and hairdo – all very simple. Which was weird considering he was at a Christmas eve party where everyone was overdressed with a touch of red.
She handed him a pen, “this just fell from your pocket.” Continue reading “A Christmas Miracle” →

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Mourns From Beyond

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If tears could bring back the dead, then I wouldn’t still be lying in this wooden box on this wet August afternoon in this overcrowded community church.
“Why?” and “What a cruel world!” was on everyone’s lips as they wiped away their tears and blew their running noses. “He was just so young,” others said. I was indeed still young at twenty-nine; too young to die just when things were going on smoothly. Continue reading “Mourns From Beyond” →

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The Last Time

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“This is the last time”, I thought. But I knew it wasn’t. I knew this was just like the twenty times I’ve said that before as I shut my door and pulled down the window shades. I took a deep breath and turned the music way up. This has been my habit for the past 32 days since I attended what was the party of the school year. I’m not one that parties, which was not by choice but, no one really wanted a nerd at their party, so you can imagine my surprise when Clara, the class queen’s closest friend, Tolani, asked me if I wanted to attend a birthday party.
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The Weekend Plan

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A thought kept buzzing in my mind as I closed for work that Friday evening.  The thought of a romantic weekend with my lady. I hastily packed my bag, placing my laptop upside down – I never do that! And humming Don Williams’ Shelter of Your Eyes with a bright smile on my face. She should almost be home now, if not already. Moyin likes to surprise me, or so she thinks, whenever she visits. But the way her face lights up when I feign surprise gives me a kind of happiness that makes me want to keep that smile on her forever. It has been five months since she last visited. So, you can imagine my excitement when she called me in the evening of Wednesday to tell me that she was coming in two days. Of course that meant a romantic dinner, crazy cuddling; we would stare at the night’s sky in each other’s arms giggling like kids, and I would not bother to tell you about the sex, other than it always left us breathless and satisfied.

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