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Angel Angel groaned as the music from his sister's radio blared in through his open bedroom door. He was having the best dream ever all about Sarah. It was so real: her beautiful eyes, her lips; he could even taste them. Who knew how far the dream may've gone. He frowned, listening to the music that interrupted his fantasies. His sister Sofia was only sixteen, but she'd recently discovered The Beatles and was blasting their music every chance she got. To top it off, the blow dryer was roaring.

His eyes were still on the road even as he began to play their favorite song by the popular Nigerian singer, Tuface. "You are my African, The girl of my dreams... " They had a Benin gate man, Timothy whom Kamsi had seen on one occasion squatting to urinate. It was none of her business but she could help gossiping to her husband about it and they laughed over it. The gateman was also afraid of fowls or maybe he felt pity for them. On one occasion he was asked to kill a fowl, his hands kept shaking while he struggled to slit the throat.

Instead, I looked at him coldly. "Kian, quit the act. You want to prove you’ve changed? Fine." I pointed at his phone. "Call Isabel. Put it on speaker." Kian froze for a second, then his eyes lit up with glee. He thought this was some kind of test. He believed that if he humiliated Isabel hard enough, I’d forgive him. Without hesitation, he dialed her number. The second she answered, he exploded, "Isabel, you pathetic leech! Stop bothering me from now on! If you hadn’t seduced me, Lane never would’ve left! You’re not even worth one of Lane’s fingernails! Stay the hell away from me!"

If this man doesn’t learn to keep some of his thoughts to himself at this point, I was going to end up beating his ass up before the end of tonight. “I’m not in any stupid closet, I’m not even gay,” I argued vehemently as I returned to glaring at my tumbler. “But you want a man, do you not? But you want me.” Annoying Chris continued and I breathed out a sigh before turning around in my seat until I was completely facing him.

I had to climb a mountain and beg for it. I opened my mouth to speak, but it felt as though there was cotton stuffed down my throat—I couldn't make a sound. Ray narrowed his eyes at me from behind Nadia. "Is there a problem?" he silently warned me. Snapping back to reality, I released her arm. "Sorry—that's a beautiful pendant," I said to her. "Thank you," Nadia replied.

My lips parted but only a breath came out. “She needs pressure on,” someone started to say. Pain ripped through me again, more searing than the one before, stealing the rest of the sentence away. My head fell back against the man’s shoulder. His grip cinched around me like he was afraid I would fall apart if he let go even a little. The cold of the hallway gave way to another burst of outside air, this one harsher, deeper, thick with night. We were outside now. Street noise hit me in fragments.

Three years into our marriage, my husband, Colin Richardson, changed the username he'd used for six years. It became "AThousandAnswers." I asked him why. Colin ruffled my hair and smiled. "Doesn't your name have 'Ann' in it, silly?" I laughed. I even took a screenshot and posted it on social media with the caption: "My hopelessly unromantic husband just surprised me with the sweetest gesture." Then last weekend, I drove his car to pick up my mom. When I connected my phone to the bluetooth, another paired device popped up: "LoveHasAThousandKnots." Love Has a Thousand Knots. A Thousand Answers. My hand slipped off the steering wheel. That night, while he was in the shower, I opened t

Large, heavy drops pelted my body, cold and unrelenting. The rain blurred my vision, and I stepped on a loose stone, falling hard to the ground. The downpour drenched my hair and clothes, as though it was trying to swallow me whole. I could not breathe. I wondered if I died like this, would Mother cry when I met her in the afterlife? Still, I had no strength left. Every attempt to rise grew smaller and weaker. After I closed my eyes, a car behind me suddenly screeched to a halt.

I'm so careless. My hair stood on end when the strong wind blew. My shoulders are exposed, making me feel the coldness of the wind. Add more long slit in my right leg that extends halfway to my thigh so I can really feel the cold. "Next time, you shouldn't wear dresses like that. It's showing too much skin. Look, you're getting cold." I stiffed when I heard that familiar velvety voice. If the air is cold I think his voice is even colder. I can't be mistaken. I know that baritone voice. I know him too much for me to be wrong. I want to turn around and confirm it with my bare eyes, but I don't have enough courage to do it.

She’d already lost Whitney once before due to her own jealous ignorance, she wasn’t about to let it happen again. For any reason. ******************** | Whitney | What’s taking Hollis so long? I hope she’s alright. Whitney craned her curly haired head a bit with a frown, keeping her light brown eyes locked on the direction her blonde lover had disappeared in some time ago. "The sun’s still shining in the big blue sky But it don’t mean nothing to me Oh, let the rain come down Let the wind blow through me I’m living in an empty room With all the windows smashed