This is the second part of Promise me life, a continuation of Rebecca’s story in Freedom? If you missed it, you can begin the story here. Or get Freedom? here. ***** Some wounds take longer to heal, and some scars, we might have to carry for the rest of our lives. But like her mother always … Read more Promise me life (2)
This is a continuation of Rebecca’s story in Freedom? If you missed it, you can begin the story here. Or get the complete story here. ***** Rebecca knew that story well. She had lived it long enough. Countless times, she had woken up with that sharp, distinct, metallic taste in her mouth — it was … Read more Promise me life
The preacher’s wife came to church today with a black eye. We all had thoughts and opinions that we shared in whispers with each other, but no one would say anything where it really mattered. Because… what do you say? But more than a few of us could not resist staring— Some of the looks … Read more The Preacher’s battle
Well, almost…. I came here one day, recently, and my blog wasn’t here. But as I was already feeling some kind of way from getting a book out into an entire world, my reaction to the missing blog was somewhat different from when a similar thing had happened earlier (and let me tell you, doing … Read more So…it happened again
This is the final part of the story, Freedom? Read the first part here. Read the second part here. ***** She had been running, trying to stay away from the bright lights that lighted the area. Her intention was to find a church or some government institution that might still be open at that time … Read more Freedom? (3)
This is the second part of the story, Freedom? Read the first part here. ***** Rebecca took a deep breath, sent one more cry to heaven, and ran out of the house. She didn’t know the area. She had been brought blindfolded to this house after travelling for what had seemed like forever. Sometimes, it … Read more Freedom? (2)
Rebecca gasped as broken glass sunk into her flesh. In her bid to hide before her captors, drawn by the sound coming from the bathroom, swarm the place like bees, she had been careless about the pieces of broken glass strewn all over the floor. The plan was already in progress. Freedom beckoned. And anything … Read more Freedom?