Temispire

  The birth of Her Last Days  What gave birth to the story?  Her Last Days  I was going through a lot of things in my life at the time the story was given birth to. When people ask me:  Why do you write?  The answer I give to them is that Writing is my healing. I faced a lot growing up, low self-esteem, parental issues, and so on but something that got me through all of these was my writing.  Writing is my solution.  As at the time, Her Last Days was about to be conceived, I was counting all of the things that I had not achieved, a lot of things were overwhelming me and I was counting down to the end of days. I remember sitting on my bed and planning everything I wanted people to say after I am gone, the thoughts and reactions of people when they hear that I am gone. It was that real to me!  Nothing will happen to me but I will just start crying and even when things happen, I will not be able to cry. That was my irony! At that moment, He spoke to me, before that time I had prayed for s

  I stared at the vase intently, it looked normal on the outside but inside it was broken into pieces. Someone might want to pick the vase up on the shelf where it was because they do not know it was already broken inside. What will be its usefulness if anyone got it, they might just have to throw it away at the end. Just then, someone walked up to the vase while I stared at it,  “I want it” he said, I was supposed to market the product but here I was feeling pity for the only person who had an interest in the vase. He touched the vase and nodded affirmatively, I wondered what he meant by his facial expression, “yes, this is the particular vase I want” he said, I kept mute because I did not even know what to say, I thought of telling him the truth but I was scared I will not find anyone who will want to buy the vase, a broken one at that. He was about to make the biggest mistake of his life and I felt like the only one who could stop him, he seemed like a gentle man and he did not dese

 Faith stared into the blank space, everywhere was dark and it felt so alone. she was very scared where she was, she sat down on the floor and looked around her hoping to see a way out but she could not see anything. Nothing was visible as everything was dark, she sat for a while and cried within her. Her tears flowed but it was not from her eyes, it was from somewhere within. She wanted to cry for help but she could not find her voice. A lot of things went on within her, a lot of thoughts flowed through her mind, she thought of her actions and inactions over the past years, she wished she was never born at the end of the day.  Suddenly, she saw a way out, she knew it was not the best way out but it was a better way out. It was better than the misery she felt, there was no way out of the darkness, the only way out was that way. She walked towards the path she saw, the more she went deeper into it, the more everything felt better. She continued walking down the unknown path, she did not