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Story of her life

Story of her life

She was tired of the creeps she had met throughout her life whether during work or education. While there were times when she was morose, she didn’t want incidents like these to leave a stain on her life and made sure that those perverts weren’t a pain in her neck.

There were times when she did feel that her life was like a yo-yo going from side to side. But then, she always made it a point to claw her way back from the depths to soar her way through to success years down the line.

Over the years, while she did feel the singularity of her existence especially considering the men she had met all her life, she never saw it as a reason for dips in her professional life.

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Flash Fiction – The raging inferno

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The music was at its highest decibel as hundreds of party goers rocked the dance floor to their heart’s content. Being a Saturday Night, the Sanda-Liva nightclub was teeming with people from all walks of life. You could see almost everyone let their hair loose and dance the night away. From Bryan Adams to Ricky Martin, from Lady Gaga to Katy Perry, songs of all kinds were being played by the DJ in the house, much to everyone’s delight.

With its retro interiors and the distinct variety of music played from across the board, Sanda-Liva was famous with people from all around the world. It had literally put the city of Narito on the world dance map.

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Morning awakening

As I looked out of the casement window of my room, all I could see was the cold vast expanse of the sky covering the earth like a blanket. Almost all the constellations were visible in all their glory. Living away from civilization surely had its advantages. And just as I was trying to connect the stars to their constellations in my head, my alarm clock rang to life. For most of us, 5am is the time when we wrap ourselves in the thickest of blankets for a peaceful sleep. But then there are some like me who begin their day at such a god forsaken time.

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