Ginikachukwu Oforka
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Here is a girl who lives in her imagination, and I find it is the best place on earth and completely free. I will be sharing stories from the characters in my imaginary wonderland, and poems to my crush that he will probably never read!
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Wild Spice
The morning, as any other day (in the past weeks), started slowly, with a queasy stomach, pounding headache, and killer anxiety for Saffron. The full package, not one missing. She could swear there was a Morning Prayer session; there had to have been, not because she remembered attending or even the event itself, but because Papa never let up on routines. The morning prayers and oblations had to be observed even on days Papa slept through the rosary beads and woke up mid-litany.
By Ginikachukwu Oforka3 years ago in Fiction
