Tapiwa Zinyuke
Bio
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Stories (3/0)
The rich hitman
Hi, my name is James Crawford, and I am an innocent alcoholic who lives in Croatia but I am not so innocent now. I used to live in a one-bedroomed apartment where my friend, Davis Lanes would pay rent for me so I wouldn't worry about anything besides which beer I was going to buy with the money that Davis would have sent to me but one Saturday afternoon Davis decided to visit me and it was not good at all, he was complaining about how I did not pay my own rent and how I would always be sick due to the alcohol I consume. At first I did not care about what Davis was saying until he mentioned cutting me off and at that point I started begging Davis not to cut me off but he refused. I was worried about where I was going to be living the next month. I was so stressed that I did the only thing I am good at, drinking. I went to the bottle store to drown my worries in beer but it did not seem to work. I purchased my tenth beer and sat outside the store and as I was about to open my beer I remembered an old friend named Alex Runner. I pulled out my phone to search for his contact and luckily enough I found it. Alex requested a meeting at his house which was twenty minutes away from my apartment. I walked to Alex's beautiful mansion and I was quite shocked considering that he was just as broke as me ten months ago. The gates opened up for me. I approached the mansion thinking I had written down the wrong address but the front door opened up and to my surprise, Alex walked out. He was so excited to see me but. I was still confused and I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was not dreaming and to my ultimate surprise, it was not a dream. Alex got to me and hugged me. I only had one question to ask which was
By Tapiwa Zinyukeabout a year ago in Criminal
The imposter
I was having a picnic with all my friends. I was a bit worried when one of my friends arrived late. This friend's name was David and it was not usual for him to be late for anything. When he arrived we were just about to pack up and leave as it was getting late. He apologized for being late and took us out for dinner. The next day was a Sunday so me and my family went to church. All of my friends went to the same church but on this particular Sunday David didn't show up. When I got home I tried calling him but it went straight to his voicemail. I got worried and I ran to his house and when I got to his house no one was home so I walked back home
By Tapiwa Zinyuke2 years ago in Fiction
