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(18+) Mitchie Milks Mark

Once a month she would wear something sexy beneath her charcoal trouser suit, something only she could know. She had stopped counting the months since her last date, let alone her last fling. She wondered what had happened to her. She used to take risks. She used to be spontaneous. She was embarrassed that she had traded it all in for a T-shirt bra and a competitive wage. She wanted more than anything to reconnect with herself, and she knew it wouldn’t happen unless she took a risk and made it happen. Mitchie wanted a break from maturity and Mark was going to provide it. They were colleagues. Mark is a cool gentle man. Mitche is the quiet wild girl. He would wink at her. She would smile and blow a kiss. Work became fun since the day Mark was posted to her branch. She knew it... they both wanted that escape from fantasy. Down the hall that connects the back exit door, they stood, staring hard and long. She pressed her back against the door and took him by the tie, pulling him to her, ...

Oh My Tears!

O my tears! O my tears! I'l be thankful if you run. Bless my hurting heart with relief. Wash away this grief  while down you crawl... O you burn my cheeks! Though you trickle in the dark when sorrow itch my back, you shall glitter in the sun when my sulking is done. Soon... you'l be gone. Though I'm shaken by the storm yet I'm grateful. If the rain decline to fall my rainbow will ne'er be colourful. O tears! O tears! Please come  lets weep again, for the eyes that cannot weep is the saddest of them all. #Pengician

Life: A Poem By Alfred Joseph

Life! When she whips you And dashes your dreams to the rock The rock of disappointment  What do you do?  When before your very eyes You watch your age adding up And responsibilities piling up What do you do? When the hopes of siblings  Seem to hang upon your neck  All eyes seem stayed on you What do you do? In search of greener pasture Many have wandered Into the den of misery And to untimely death have surrendered The e'er perched tongue of mother Sahara And the insatiable womb of Lady Mediterranean Has gulped with utmost glee  The waters of perspiration that flee  From the broken pores of hustlers And many a glorious destiny  Has stayed buried 'neath that tomb Life!  If I may but ask  Why aren't thou fair?  Why laden our hearts with fear Until our vigor is lost to strenuous task? The struggle for survival  Has forced many a youth To forfeit their very root And stagger from their land of birth Into the waiting arms of cold death Wh...

8 Marketing Tips For Writers/Authors

Gone are the days when you leave your book on the shelf, hoping for a miracle to get it sold. ' Dear friend,  No food for lazy man' . You've got to be your biggest fan and know how to market your work if you want to make a profit from your talent.  Self-promotion is a very important tool in achieving success as a writer. While this may seem easy to accomplish, it'll probably pose a challenge to a particular set of people.  For instance, introverts (like myself) may find it difficult to come out of their shells and make the necessary connections to market themselves.  On the other hand, there is fear of rejection, competition and stress. However, all these shouldn't deter you from achieving your goal, which is marketing your stuff. What's the way forward? Here are a few strategies that work: Networking You can't survive in this business if you walk alone. Your success depends on the relationships you make with people. Be friendly. Attend live networking event...

I Got Better

I scrolled our chats where we said goodbye. Read those hurting words and I felt no tinge of hurt... I got better. I walked into that room eyes closed, memories. Thought of your kisses, and didn't even cry like I do... I got better. Friends and family they ask about you I don't sigh anymore when I tell them you're gone... I got better. I know I'll never be the same but it doesn't hurt so much. I've undressed me of the blame and slammed shut the open door... I got better. #Pengician #SSA

Download New eBook: No Limit, No Boundry - by Tanko Shekwa’aga

A glance through the pages of this great book by Tanko Shekwa’aga will  convince the reader that it is an unusual type of book on motivation. The book is  a combination of wisdom and practical reasoning which are capable of  transforming the Spirit, Body and Soul. This book is a great resource especially to young minds who are focused to  making it to the top and make positive impact in their generation. For one to be limitless and boundless; excuses must be avoided and responsibilities embraced. People who are good at making excuses and blaming  others or themselves never go far in life. Always take responsibility for your life. Click  Here  to  Download FREE eBook The author is encouraging those of us who are aspiring to be great to act boldly  and be persistent in life. “Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good  courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee  whithersoever thou goest...

I Think I Hate School

If learning is listening to your lecturer lecture and memorize facts for tests and examinations, then you’re, unfortunately, right. Students are tested on how well they regurgitate facts, not how well they understand concepts. Our education system puts emphasis on rubrics and grading students than allowing us to learn. Instead of sparking curiosity, we’re suppressing it — instead of promoting learning, we’re inhibiting it. Hmph! Permission to talk about you. Yes you. You were pretty sure of why you are in school. You didn’t get there to memorize facts; You got there to learn. But our system has put too much importance on grading that students have lost interest in learning. Computer Science. Great. You've always wanted to be a developer of sort. First year. First semester. You were excited to take your first programming class. As soon as the professor walked in, he began discouraging you by commenting on the importance of getting an “A” in the class. You needed it. You've alway...