Writingforme Stories

Lifting her silver veil slowly, savouring every moment , he kept his eyes on hers. The veil reviled a familiar face that made him step back a bit in shock , remembering the thing he could never forget , his first kiss. It was her and he could not believe it . Gasping for breath , he spoke in utter shock and almost wisphering , he said her name, "Africa". ============================== Buckle up your seatbelts ......you're about to venture into the bumpy premodernised savvanah that is central Africa ..they will be many beautiful thornes along the way....that will catch your eye.....but the act of touching .....should be left to the daring......you have been warned.....there is more to Africa than you know...... ============================== "So let me tell you about my Africa" ***

Therapy book of sorts

wish our time started now, i can't wait to meet you.

Short stories that I feel like writing. Well, I'll try to keep them short anyway.

If it feels like pulling teeth, yoy are doing it wrong.

I love to write quick poems right when I'm feeling a strong emotion. They Call It Crush is just one of those poems out of many. My frustration seeps into the words and my want is evident; at least that's what I am trying to portray.

expressing my bottled up emotions with words and rhymes.