Philip OYOK
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I tell other people’s stories.
Stories (13)
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Through the Peephole
It was a Saturday morning in the summer and I didn’t intend on going out, nor was there anything or anyone demanding for me all through that day, and thank God for that. I had much work to do and needed the entire day to get some work accomplished or the following week was going to be hellish for me. My wife had gone shopping and also to do her hair a while ago, and knowing her routine, wouldn’t be home until past noon or thereabouts. I had the house to myself until then.
By Philip OYOK4 months ago in Fiction
At Midnight Came A Stranger
Silence. I was falling into a bottomless dark well when a rope tied itself around my waist and swiftly pulled me back to the top. Before I could investigate who or whatever was responsible, I heard a loud tapping noise that invariably drew me out of my sleep.
By Philip OYOK4 months ago in Fiction
Billet-doux (A Love Letter)
My love, my heart, I awoke this morning and you were the first thing that occurred to me, hence I'm writing you this love letter to let you know how badly I miss you. I miss you like blooming flowers in springtime. Like a shower of rain after a terrible heatwave. As the day gives way towards the night, I’ll be missing you even as my eyes come awake to face the new day that’s tomorrow.
By Philip OYOK5 months ago in Fiction
Lust
I can’t help picturing you naked whenever I see you. Whether during the day, when you come by to play with my sister, or when I lay in bed at night staring at the cluster of stars beyond my window. I gaze at the moon and it’s your face I see staring down at me. Expressionless. Sometimes I spot a twitch in your lips but cannot tell what it means or foretells. Or maybe I’m too young and naive to devine its meaning.
By Philip OYOK8 months ago in Confessions
Heartbreaker
Lisa frowned as she felt her cup of coffee start to grow warm. She had been sitting in the restaurant past ten minutes waiting for her boyfriend, Rick, to arrive. She had made the appointment last night, telling him there was something important she needed to speak to him about. Rick was optimistic—he had proposed days ago and figured Lisa was going to give him an answer. Lisa sipped her coffee and wished he would hurry over.
By Philip OYOK10 months ago in Fiction
Waiting for God
The taxi came to a stop at the mouth of the street. The middle-aged couple alighted from it and made their way into the midnight darkness of the seedy tenement cul-de-sac. They had never set foot in this ghetto jungle before, and hope to never once they conclude their business here. They held each other’s hand while walking intensely.
By Philip OYOK11 months ago in Fiction
Observing an Interracial Couple in a Train
It had been a tiresome day for me in Washington D.C. I was returning home from work, riding the Green Line from Prince George’s Plaza a week ago when I observed an interracial couple seated across from me. He was a black man, while she was a gorgeous blonde. I received them to be college grads. They were all over each other, talking and laughing, indifferent about the few people riding the compartment with them or me.
By Philip OYOK11 months ago in Fiction
Uncle Sal Bought a Cat
Sal Maggio was an uncle of mine whom I consider one of the most unlucky men ever. I never knew him when he was young because I wasn’t born at the time. I got to hear about him and his imperious accomplishments after he caught a case and went to prison. Even with him away, plenty of folklore circulated in the neighbourhood about him. My dad and his buddies chattered incessantly about him whenever alcohol flowed like he had slain a medieval dragon or something. It wasn’t until I was in my teens before he came out of prison that I learned the truth.
By Philip OYOK11 months ago in Fiction
