Growing Pains….

We are half way through the year……that means, y’all have just 6 months to go to fulfill those resolutions that were scribbled in 2015 (you know what I’m talking about).
I know I have been a sporadic poster these last two months and that I preferred to hand the reins to awesome people like Larry and Paul .
There’s a reason for this. March, April and May have been the weirdest and longest three months of my life.

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Dear Alex…

Dear Alex,
Its been a while since we last spoke. Three years to be exact. I still remember the last conversation as clearly as if it were just yesterday, you calling me to find out if my birthday was in August. It isn’t. However, I wish everyday I had said that it was. And not just for the red velvet cake you would have bought me but also for the chance to see you one more time.
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#UgBlogWeek Day 1: Short Story Writing Competition III

Hello Blog-o-sphere

So, its been a minute, well a whole lot longer than a minute and I have been, not writing struggling with a few things.
Well, here now is a story I wrote for the third edition of the Short Story Writing Competition organized by a one awesome Dennis Assimwe of The Gathering, which sounds like a cult, now that I think about it.
I came in 7th but I am very excited about this story because it was the Dennis Assimwe’s favorite! Like seriously whaaaaaaaat!!!

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My Rose

Dear Rose

I won’t ask how you are doing, I mean, I really don’t need to.
It’s been what, 11 years, since we last spoke? Back then, with all the hope and naivety that comes with being young, I thought the world wouldn’t let me down. Though I guess it had let me down long before you up and left. Big lesson in life that was, learning that the world doesn’t owe me anything, considering it was here first.
However, I thought you wouldn’t let me down. I mean, out of all the people in the world…

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Day Five: Someone please help me find a fitting tittle for this Story

Continued from day three

SANDRA
Sandra sat on the ground listlessly staring as the paramedics lifted Kenneth’s body from the ground onto the gurney. She didn’t feel the rain as it started to fall. Her bridesmaids tried to pry her from the ground. But she didn’t put in any effort.
She started to cry when his body was put into a body bag.
But then she saw the man who was responsible for Kenneth’s death. The man who was now looking so remorseful, his eyes downcast. Surrounded by his co-conspirators. Her brothers. She was filled with rage. One that she had never felt before.

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