Le Crayon

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Reads 214
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Parts 5
Time 9m

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Through the perspective of a pencil, Le Crayon, a journey through its owner's  expressive diaries tells the tale of a student, her rejection, her fear, her disarray, her... hope.


~Inspired By: Afrika Road by Don Mattera~All Rights Reserved

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She felt his warm palm on her wrist and at once she was facing him. Without warning, his lips engulfed hers, setting her on fire just like she did him. His lips were warm and soft and she revelled in it as she shut her eyes, her body instantly warming up to the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, marvelling at how their bodies fit perfectly together. It felt so good, like her head was rotating. Nothing else mattered. Just the two of them. This was all she needed. Someone who accepted her for her. Her flaws, her beauty, herself, hook line and sinker. She withdrew reluctantly, angry she had to stop the kiss and also afraid someone had seen them. As she stared into his eager eyes, she knew she loved him but she couldn't help thinking she was doing the wrong thing. She loved him, but it wasn't fair to his girl. She could do anything, run, apologise, but she followed her heart. She drew him back and continued the kiss. A Nigerian themed story bound to leave you yearning for the next chapter.

TÁNIMÓLÀ(Who knows tomorrow?) by justchloe24

"I don't think there is anything you can do well apart from embarrassing your useless self. Sometimes I ask myself if I'm your mother...." All she want is a good life. A family that loves and cherish her Her quest for education made her a puppet in the hands of many. Little did she know that her family who she worked so hard to please were not ready to help her achieve her dreams. As brilliant and smart as she was, she was never appreciated by anyone until luck decided to shine on her...... Best ranking #1 in projectnigeria

I figured that since I was going to die, I should write a letter to my parents. But in the event that I survive, I didn't want to be branded as a curse. But I can't live. I just can't. I bet you're wondering why I would want to commit suicide. Why would this seventeen year old, smart, pretty girl want to commit suicide? ***** The reason is simple- I made some bad decisions. Decisions that later bit me in the butt.The first thing I remember of being a child, and my first ever memory is a bitter one. ***** And without a second thought, I take a swig of the opened beer by my side and throw some pills into my mouth. I swallow. I stare at the clock and wait. Nothing changes. No wobbly feelings, no stomach ache, no nothing. ****** My name is Chikasinma Grace Wilson and this is my story. °•° This is a Nigerian girl's journal on her life and all the bad decisions that worsened her depression.

Fikayo knows there's no escape from the darkness she has known and lived in for years. Lit cigarettes give her comfort but it doesn't last long. She finds herself continually at its mercy, begging for a renewal of relief from her pain. Can a life deluged with gloom be lit up? She is in too deep, irredeemable, too broken to be mended into wholeness.

Diary Of An Angry Young Girl by theblackmare

There are some people who are not like the rest of the herd. Those who seek company but are rejected. Those who do not fit into any of the 'fashionistas', 'badass hunks', 'nerdies', 'druggists', or any gang. These people were just born different or circumstances have made them different. The diary of an angry young girl is about such a girl. After or during reading the book, you may have thoughts like, 'Seriously, is the writer just bragging?'...'Is that possible?'...'That's definitely bullshit'...etc etc. Trust me, it's not a fictional story, it's as much real as the stars you see at night. I've known this girl all my life. This story is a journey of a girl crushed on all sides; a girl who you should read about because you really don't know how many more of her kind are in your lives...waiting for a ray of hope.

$When My Sorrow Was Born {COMPLETED} by Miss_Painite$

#ProjectNigeria Have you ever been filled with sorrow so much that you have forgotten how to cry? She was betrayed by the one she loved most! She strove to please him and yet she was cast aside. She buried her own children and crushed sorrow beneath her feet. But perhaps all that sorrow was preparing her for happiness. For truly with hardship comes ease!

Breaking Point ✔️| A story about Depression by sherie_fah

Ever wondered how depression feels like?. Then join Ashley as she tells you her bitter sweet story

Who else am I to tell when no one wants to listen, but to tell the paper my woes and joys with the pen in hand as a messenger.

The life of a traumatised teen, who never learnt to trust or love anyone after an incident in the past that altered everything about her. With nothing but art, she lives her life, cautiously, so she doesn't get broken again. What you see is not always what is the truth, this is the case in the life of Fiyinfoluwa, who strives to find joy and love after an incident in the past that sucked out the joy of her life and left her traumatized. But this particular year will be different for her, the question is, who will fill that void in her life? She comes to meet a great woman who has her own demons in her life, but will she have the answers to those questions bothering her? In her gradual walk when she meets people and tries to open up, will she end up getting hurt or will she finally find peace when she develops feelings for the first time in her life and for the first time in a long time? Will she give love a chance or just keep living emotionlessly?

Too Good to Be Real

She felt his warm palm on her wrist and at once she was facing him. Without warning, his lips engulfed hers, setting her on fire just like she did him. His lips were warm and soft and she revelled in it as she shut her eyes, her body instantly warming up to the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, marvelling at how their bodies fit perfectly together. It felt so good, like her head was rotating. Nothing else mattered. Just the two of them. This was all she needed. Someone who accepted her for her. Her flaws, her beauty, herself, hook line and sinker. She withdrew reluctantly, angry she had to stop the kiss and also afraid someone had seen them. As she stared into his eager eyes, she knew she loved him but she couldn't help thinking she was doing the wrong thing. She loved him, but it wasn't fair to his girl. She could do anything, run, apologise, but she followed her heart. She drew him back and continued the kiss. A Nigerian themed story bound to leave you yearning for the next chapter.

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