My hand itches for a pen. Preferably black inked. Something about black feels authentic, true, bold, brave.
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Stories by Tebogo Yanda Keulebogile Msweli
Flight Risk
I stepped on an envelope slipped through my door. I delicately opened it, with a knowing smile.
Kalif.
The sk...
Mirrored
"I hated not being able to be surprised."
Meat the family
I know all your obsessions die down and I'll have you back, but this one is taking my best friend away from m...