Make-up Mistakes.

Richard burst into the room, fully armed and ready to get to work. His ammunition of make-up tools were in the big box he carried by his side. His favorite weapon was ready at hand; eye pencil to assault the expectant bride.  "Hi, I'm guessing you are..."  "Ashama Richards, from Beauty Matters. Ms. Osamu sent me.

The Ball Separating Us (Part II)

It was late in August when they first met, just at the beginning of the premiership season. She had worn her lucky blue blouse hoping to sweep her date of his feet. Jerry was already at the venue waiting for her. She took his breath away. It was love at first sight. It wasn't long before he decided she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And so, barely one year later, he asked her to move in with him. And when he asked, it wasn't just words, the accompanying engagement ring told her that he was serious. She knew she loved him so she never objected. What she didn't know was that Jerry was a hardcore 'red-devils' obsessed, Old-Trafford dreaming, score-board gambling, Manchester United fan

The Ball that Separates Us (Part 1)

On their very first date, he had worn a red shirt, and she had on a blue blouse. It didn't mean anything then. Unknown to them, this was the very first sign that they were both headed for disaster.Now, 4 years later they sat together in the dimly lit living room. Two of them as lacking for words as they had been on their first date years ago. Only, now it was different; it wasn't love anymore...it was war.

The Lecturer's Trap

Linda seemed to ooze confidence as she strutted towards the score-board. It was like she had already seen the results before now, and only came to look again as a formality. Her friends envied her confidence. They wished they had assurance of some sort, to bolster them, but there was none. Moments like these were always full of fear; the hour of reckoning, when your entire semester's work is graded and displayed for all to see. Everyone's heart was beating fast, but not Linda's. She was cool as ever. "Make way! Make way!" She chided to the small crowd of students gathered around the notice board, as she strutted through like a peacock. She was smiling to herself. That little smile a person smiles when they know something no one else does...some dark secret.

The Doctor's Wife

His arms were the first to surrender. They slumped to his side and fell in dead weight as every last bit of energy was drained from his body. This was strange. He sat in shock, still wondering what was happening to him, mouth agape as his failing lungs gasped for air. She sat in the shadows of the corridor, watching in silence. Every ounce of hatred in her body carved out a faint smile on her lips. She had succeeded.

My First Blog

This is officially my first blog. It is done on a samsung tablet. This is my blog. These are my words.
     Esan Teniola