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Capital High Ep01: They are coming

Episode 1 Yoofi groaned inwardly when the siren went off. That was the one thing he hated about Capital High- that loud intrusive siren that dictated when to eat or sleep. He was a nocturnal person and could stay awake until 3am. Just when he was settling into the cozy arms of sleep around 4:45,Continue reading “Capital High Ep01: They are coming”

The Help III

Yes, for the first time, we have a Part 3; and it comes just two weeks before the blog turns 1! I don’t like stretching a story so I can confidently tell you that this is the last part of the story. I have never had a story move people as strongly as The Help and The HelpContinue reading “The Help III”

The Help II

Hi there! This is where we left off, in the dimly-lit living room of the Tachie-Mensons. The story continues… ‘W-what did you just say? You have got to be the most selfish person on this planet right now! We have 3 children and you are just going to walk away because it is too difficult toContinue reading “The Help II”

The Help

Frank sat in the dark, lost in thought. He absentmindedly ran his fingers along the rim of the glass of cranberry juice he was holding in his right hand. Cranberry juice was his new favourite thing, in Vanessa’s opinion. She and her brothers had already gone to bed, and he was grateful for that. HeContinue reading “The Help”

I never stood a chance

Based on an almost true story 🙂 I heard that you guys had broken up- you and Aboagye. It filled my heart with hope for a few seconds- until reality hit me. You see, the thing is, with you, I never even stood a chance. We are on two entirely different planets, you and I.Continue reading “I never stood a chance”

Don’t judge me II

I don’t like sequels, because I feel like they are never as good as the original story, but I love my readers. I am happy when you are happy, so here you go! -Keni N.B: Just in case you have not read Part 1, here you go. It will make a lot more sense if you readContinue reading “Don’t judge me II”

Don’t judge me

11:56pm. It was late and I should have been getting some rest, but I was waiting for her to text me back. It was not like her to fall asleep without saying goodnight. She was probably busy. I hated it- the fact that I had become this dependent on her, this clingy. I hated theContinue reading “Don’t judge me”