You know that saying, you are who you present to the world. You know it? You don’t? Hold up, let me Google it right quick.

An Alien To The Status Quo
You know that saying, you are who you present to the world. You know it? You don’t? Hold up, let me Google it right quick.
Dearest anon I have been contemplating writing this letter to you for a while now and I finally got the courage.
My mother will tell you I was a curious child and that I was more fascinated with a picture book than I was with toys. How do I say this and not sound like the Donald but..
Hello Blog-o-sphere So, its been a minute, well a whole lot longer than a minute and I have been, not writing doing so many things.Here now is a story I wrote for the third edition of the Short Story Writing Competition organized by a Facebook group called The Gathering which sounds like a cult now …
Continued from Letters. This is in reply to Simon. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
Maybe I shouldn’t, maybe I should. I know I must and yet I mustn’t For my own sanity, for my own sake. I know I must, but then I won’t? A step forward, no more behind. Maybe he’ll come for me. When I finally get the courage to leave his house. Do I want that? …
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 …
8:00am It has been brought to my attention that my fiction has been rather dark lately, between evil Boris Kodjoe lookalike, Mr.Asiimwe and the dead Kenneth, its all gloom and doom. So today I’ll take a break from the story with no fitting title and write something light……I think. Something with rainbows and daisies and …
Hello peeps Welcome to my #ugblogweek. This is the first of 7 posts and I pray I that I don’t flake out. *Deep breath* sooo here goes nothing….. I am not a poet…not at all. The last time I tried to write a poem it went something like; corruption corruption corruption why are you in …