Ruth Girma
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Screenwriter and storyteller.
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The Undergound Pt.2
That night felt like it would never end. I was sure Ethan felt the same. I returned to my room only because I didn’t want to see Milo when he got back. I didn’t sleep or even try. I just lay in bed, thinking about everything that was happening. I couldn’t accept any of it. It was a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Just a month ago, I had been living a peaceful and quiet life. I had worked as a spy under the cover of an investigative journalist for so many years that I had lost count. Every project had been like a walk in the park, never this terrifying, never this strange. I used to love my job. If anyone had told me I would end up this scared, I would have laughed the loudest.
By Ruth Girma 7 months ago in Fiction
The Underground.
This happened back when I was working as an investigative journalist. I was assigned on a project, but the site we were supposed to investigate was far from where I lived. Like, really far. A village way out in the hills. Isolated. No cameras, no networks. Just people and land.
By Ruth Girma 7 months ago in Fiction
She Was Everything I Thought the Lady in Red Could Be
I consider myself a pretty logical person most of the time, I trust reason, facts, and the kind of clarity that can only come from stepping back and assessing a situation from every angle. But recently, I found myself in a position where logic could ruin something… something beautiful. And that’s a terrifying thought. Because logic, for all its comfort and certainty, can’t always see the bigger picture.
By Ruth Girma 8 months ago in Fiction
