Nneka Anieze
Bio
Hello there,
Nice to meet you. My name is Nneka, mom of one living in Windsor, Ontario. I enjoy reading a lot and have decided to try my hand at writing. Hoping to better my skills and perfect my writing skills. I hope you enjoy my writing
Achievements (1)
Stories (69/0)
All About My Bruises (pt 5)
CHAPTER FIVE One Year Later I had the kind of wedding that girls only dreamt about. My wedding was the talk of the town. Anybody who was somebody was heavily represented on my wedding day. The result of that was that I felt like a stranger at my own wedding. I did not know anyone and as Sam continued to introduce me to so many people, I tried to smile and look civilized and sophisticated like I knew Sam liked, but it was very hard. Every time I felt choked by the many attending strangers, I searched around frantically for a familiar face and my eyes always came to rest on my father or Oge. I had begged for her forgiveness which she did not give since I refused to forget the wedding, but she agreed to be my bridesmaid.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
Fight for me
Today was the day. I promised myself that I would not postpone telling Sam that I want a divorce and that I was now a lawyer. I have been thinking about it and I knew I could not wait again. I also knew that Israel would like to know that I would be soon done with Sam. He and I have been going out as friends but I was sure that he would like to move things to the next level if I should tell him that I was divorced. But what I did not know was if I was ready to move things to any level.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
DEAR ME, (PT2)
(PT2) June, 18 Dear ME, Sorry for waking you up. I just finished saying the Divine Mercy prayer. I like to pray when I can. It gives solace to my heart. Sometimes when I am troubled, I say the rosary like Abum taught me to. I continue to pay until I am at peace with the world again. That is very hard to achieve so you will likely find me praying in my free time, or writing.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
Dear me,
1st January Dear me, (PT1) You must think that I am stupid to be writing to you since you are myself after all. I am not stupid. I am just special but not in the common way that people have come to assume special means. Mrs Peterson said that I will feel better writing to myself in the second-person point of view for some reason. I do not know if she is right but I had promised and I do keep my promise, even if my people think otherwise.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL KIND OF PAIN
The Most Beautiful Kind of Pain Maybe if I cleared everything out of the room, he wouldn’t have anything to throw around this time. This thought went through my head as I watched my son, Arnold, move from one side of the room to the other while kicking his ball. He had just started walking some months ago and that day still topped as the happiest recent day of my life. At the age of one, when other kids were walking and he wasn’t, I had become very worried but he never disappointed me. He just needed more time. Every time I saw him take a step, I felt like my life turned meaningful again. He was the light in the darkness that my marriage to Emeka threw me into. Arnold was now a year and three months and like any toddler, he was always on the move. I put away the suspiciously wrapped brown box that was delivered to our apartment earlier today. It had Emeka’s name on it and I didn’t want it to be the first thing he saw. These days, whenever we got one of those strange packages usually wrapped in brown paper, he got extra angry and mean after opening it. I have no idea what was inside but I didn’t want it to be the first thing he did because it would be if I left it lying in plain sight.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Families
MY NAME IS MERCY BUT YOU CAN CALL ME FURY
MY NAME IS MERCY BUT CALL ME FURY (Drama) Open scene 1 Today is Saturday, July 21, 2006, the same date as the bride‘s birthday. The event is a wedding between Emma and Troy. The venue is the old family barn that has been in Troy’s family for generations. It also happens to be where Troy was born 28 years ago. The family used to be farmers that dealt mostly in bull breeding but over the years, they have become more involved with real estate business and other types of business ventures but they have kept the family barn. By the side of the barn, outside is a large pear tree that was planted by the great grandmother of the family. It is also decorated in preparation for the wedding reception. It is a large tree, by pear tree standard, almost taller than the barn. It is enough to provide shade for the 150 guests in attendance for the wedding.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Fiction
Marco's Adventure
Marco Marco looked behind at the big old barn as the truck slowly rattled away from the farm. If it were possible, he reckoned he would have cried tears like a human but it wasn’t. He was a bull, not a fighting bull, though he could give a good fight if the situation called it. But bulls don’t cry. The good big balls were sold first after the owner of the farm Mr Summergail dropped dead almost two years ago after a most unfortunate encounter with a piece of chocolate cake. As he liked to be called, one thing could be said about Mr Gail, he would not be greatly missed by anyone, especially after the way he ran his farm and his household. But that was two years ago. His wife whom he hadn’t allowed much freedom had no idea what to do with a farm this size and he would like to think she did her best.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Fiction
The True Crime Ripple Effect
True crime shit Have you watched a lot of true crime stories and finding out the kind of fellowship they Attracted from people all over the world, it is my opinion and believe that perpetrators of those crimes shouldn’t be given a platform for the twisted and sadistic nature to be admired and glamorized. I realize my writing does not follow the guidelines stipulated by the current competition but I still want to steal this opportunity to shed light on an opinion I have held for a long time about the recent popular Genre called true crime documentaries.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Criminal
Dystopian future. The Heart-shaped Locket
“This is the place,” The leader of the explorers declared as they all stared at the huge mansion they found at the end of the estate. Since the decline of the human population, there has been a total disregard for estate value to the extent that was simply baffling and disgraceful. Adora wouldn’t be surprised to find the whole house occupied by one rich old man just hanging onto the last seconds of his life.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Futurism
Dystopian future How it all began
“So does anybody really know what happened? We have heard the stories, the pandemic targeted at women but does anyone really know how and why? I mean, we have the science of it, the Numbers, the investigations but I still don’t think it makes sense completely. Who would have predicted that the human race would tickle to an end? There has been theories and predictions about the end of humanity. We all thought the end will come with a deadly virus like the pandemic that ravaged the earth in 2020 or with climate change or even a meteor shower like it did with the dinosaurs. But here we are, less than a million people in the whole world. The last generation of human was famously called Homefront because we believed they would be the last stand and find a cure or a solution to the barrenness of the world. That is your generation. I know most of you already know what happened but for the sake of the class, can someone refresh our memories?” Jade invited her students to join the discussion.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Futurism