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 He slipped the coin through the slot, dialed the all so familiar number and waited as the dialing tone tolled. He had made his decision. No more hiding. No more secrets and lies.
“Hello sweetheart, can I come over?” his silky voice half-begged. “Who is this?” Sandra queried. “John, is that you? Where are you?” He hung up quickly. What an ass? He felt like kicking himself over and over again. How could he have been so stupid? His knees almost gave way, weakening his resolve to end his marriage. He slotted another coin, this time to end the affair. WORD COUNT: 100 |
Friday Fictioneers is a meme by Madison Woods
Now hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
One of my friends, who regularly visits my blog, brought the advertisements WordPress puts on our blogs to my attention. Normally, I won’t have a problem with that, but this time, I do. The situation puts my blog in limbo because I want to keep it ad-free.
WordPress could have, at least, sent all bloggers using wordpress.com emails informing us about these adverts so we could have our say, but nooooooo! They decided it was best to do whatever they wanted with our blogs. By doing this, the message they’re sending us is, ‘We can do whatever we want with your blog and there’s nothing you can do about it’. I believe it’s a matter of propriety that they inform us first.
I don’t know how my fellow bloggers feel about this so I’ll put it to a vote.
Ad-free or not Ad-free? … That is the question.
Ermilia’s Picture it & Write.
The pier was her place of retreat; her place of peace and quiet, where she could take a vacation from people-pleasing and be herself. The red garment she lay on kissed the lake in romance and she, seduced by the words on those pages she was glued to. She was in another world, much less boring than reality.
Suddenly, she turned at the sound of rustling bushes near the bank. She had the feeling that someone was watching her, but brushed off the idea, thinking it was a deer or hedgehog. No one knew about this place, except her parents, who had died in an accident the previous year. Still the bush rustled. Now, she began to panic. Could there be a peeping tom in there? She sat up and called out, ‘Anybody there?’.
There was silence. The bush stood as still as a doorpost. The silence, now riddled with mystery and uncertainty, troubled her. She squinted, trying to make out what was behind those bushes. Was that a rifle sticking out somewhere in the middle of the foliage? Was that a man in camouflage? She was about to call out to him when…
The bang jolted her up with impunity. She sat up, wet from profuse perspiration. She looked around and saw the Daniel Radcliffe poster on the wall behind the bed, glowing in the dark.
‘Are you alright, Dear?’ her mother’s warm voice inquired from the doorway. ‘Your father and I heard you shouting.’
logo-ligi is a Ga word (spelled lɔgɔligi in the Ga language) which means tickle.
The Gas are the largest tribe in the Greater Accra Region of Ghana.
I enjoy a good laugh especially in the company of friends.
I love it when people laugh together over trivialities or serious and sensitive matters (to lessen their weight).
I want to tickle you with my articles, cartoons and other entries on this blog until you burst into laughter so you can have your share of fun every now and then.
And when it comes to serious matters, I will tickle your imagination and intellect to encourage you to be innovative and to take initiatives when reading, writing and exploring your hidden talents.
ANANSE NTONTAN (SPIDER’S WEB)
I introduced this blog on the 31st of December, 2011 (click here to view this post)
You can also go to the About page (click here ) for further information about the blog and its icon.
logo-ligi… to inform and inspire
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Entering Aunt May’s orchard required stealth, cunning and a bit of espionage. There were the guard dogs, Ares and Mars, the barbed wire, and the briers and brambles she had planted beside the metal fence as a further deterrent. Nobody dared enter her estate without prior notification. That’s what twelve years of reclusiveness can do to a person. What’s her story? Some people say she lost the love of her life two days before their wedding. Others say she had a nervous breakdown after losing her only child. Nobody really knows the mystery of lonely Aunt May except Aunt May. WORD COUNT: 100 |
Friday Fictioneers is a meme by Madison Woods
Now hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Hello folks! I find that having to sort through blogs for a review of a particular book amongst many other articles can be frustrating. Search engines can be of some help. Nonetheless I’ve decided to make a gallery where you can easily spot the covers of the books I’ve reviewed and subsequently, all the books I will review.
Take a ride around the block and let me know how it feels. I hope you enjoy the convenience of finding all my book reviews on a single page. Click here to view the page.
Also, I’d like you to rate my posts. More often than not, I get comments and likes from fellow bloggers, but a precious few actually take the time to click on those white stars just below each post to make them glow. My rating system is as follows:
- One star : Boring
- Two stars : Cliché
- Three stars : Satisfactory
- Four stars : Good
- Five stars: Excellent
The criterion for my ratings is last but one on the right sidebar, just above the Ad-free Blog sign and below the live traffic feed. Kindly refer to it if you can’t find this post later on. Cheers!
