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‘PLEASE KEEP SENDING IN THE LINKS.’ 

Today’s featured blogs posts are:

Felony stop: This is so hilarious, that I had tears rolling down my face in laughter 🙂

We should find joy in the suffering – day 14  of  the encourage marathon: Suffering can be quite a stretch on those undergoing through one hardship or the other, but these words in this post are a true blessing and can help one to navigate.

The kindness of strangers: It’s really in the little things that we do. Our gestures don’t have to be huge to be impactful. A read worth your time.

Book trailer: Romance made for me: A lovely trailer that gives me ideas. Simple, short and interesting.

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Below is my first Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

Out of the silent breath

I hear you in my thoughts…

your words of wisdom,

of love and encouragement…

they are etched upon my soul.

They keep me warm.

**

*an excerpt from my poem*

Fiction · Friday Fiction in Five Sentences · Short Stories

The Vicar’s Secret…

Wedding, People, Church, Nuptials, Event, Heart, Grooms

The Vicar looked ill. He looked more like a man facing the guillotine than one who was performing the rites of matrimony. His heart hurt as he faced the couple. She looked as beautiful as ever, and he wondered how he would keep up with serving the parish and listen to her sweet singing voice in the choir.

He would have preferred to avoid being here, he could have asked for a replacement with a preposterous excuse – in fact, it wouldn’t have been an excuse that he had the runs – yet his sense of preservation deserted him.

His lips were dry, his stomach churned and his voice croaked and squeaked at the same time as he asked the question “If anyone has a reason for these two not to wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The air in the chapel shrunk in silence. No one expected an answer to a question that was simply a formality and all the heads swung in the direction of the back pew from where a voice had said an emphatic yes.

The old groundskeeper stood. Nodding to the Vicar, he said in his booming and gentle voice ”my boy, don’t you think you’ve got something to say to the congregation?”

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

P.S...I leave it to you to find a fitting end to this story. What do you think transpired?

Fiction · Short Stories

Embittered…

Xavier stood in the shadowy background of the trees and waited for her.

He stared longingly at the house with the windmill. Embittered thoughts raced through his mind. He was surprised that he still seethed in silent rage.

No one would cheat him of his birthright and get away with it, not if he had anything to do about it.

Now it’s time to make good on his promise.

That cattle and land grabbing thief Alistair swindled his father when Pa was inebriated and took over their homestead. Pa killed himself. He died a broken drunk man and his Ma sent them all into servitude.

It took decades to get to this point. Years of working his fingers to the nub from an all errand’s boy on the ship to owning his own boat.

It took strategic planning to get into favour with Alistair’s only daughter Gwen.

He hadn’t planned on liking her but he won’t allow such feelings get in the way of his plans.

Tonight, he’ll coerce her to join him on the boat set sail with her. By the time they get back on dry land, she would be his wife.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Thank you TJ for the photo and Priceless Joy for hosting this charming platform where we unleash our stories 🙂

#affection · Love · Poetry/Poems · The Daily Post

Whispering tendrils…

 

Fingers
caress her tender scalp
luxurious tendrils of auburn hair
are put in a twisted knot
‘I love you forever’
I whisper into her ears
shivery bumps run down her spine
as she sighs in dreamy reply.

*********

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Whisper, The Daily Post Prompt

Image: pixabay

Creative Writing · Fiction · Short Stories

Fresh breath of desire…Friday fiction in five sentences.

Liam had forgotten this. The way your senses exploded with desire and the pulse raced. A sudden awakening feeling as if he had been in a long deep sleep.

All the exciting tingle coursed through his veins from the soft and warm hand that he clasped in greeting. A deep urge to pull her closer and kiss her full, glossy inviting lips nudged him even as his thumb gently brushed her knuckles almost subconsciously.

Now he understood his son’s fascination with his music and art’s teacher, Miss Felicity. It was easy to get besotted with this exquisite being that stood before him, judging the way he felt. She looked like a fairy with her big baby blue and long-lashed eyes; even her upturned nose had a dusting of freckles.

For weeks, Kevin had gone on and on with one recount or the other on Miss Felicity. Since his mother passed four years ago, this would be the first female he had seen his son warm up to enough for the young boy to try matchmaking his lonely dad with his favourite teacher.

Liam’s heart softened and he muttered silent thanks to God while allowing himself to absorb the sweet energy of the face that smiled up at his in open invitation.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Image credit: Pixabay

Creative Writing · Haiku · Rononvan's Weekly Haiku Challenge

Tales By Moonlight…

I like this week’s Haiku prompt ‘ Sun & Moon,’ from Ronovan. What do you think?

Hair like silk spun gold

She had him enthralled with her looks

Singing under the glowing moonlight.

*****

Limpid pools of her eyes

Beckoned to him like the mysterious moon

Twinkling like glints of sun rays.

*****

He bought her precious jewels

That shone bright like the golden Sun

And proposed beneath the moonbeams.

*****

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Image credit: Pixabay

Creative Writing · Fiction · Short Stories

The Marriage…Friday’s fiction in five sentences.

It was the perfect wedding. The sun had shone just at the right proportion. The storybook garden where they shared their vows was dreamy. Everything was as it should be. Sublime.

Yet Cecilia felt some restlessness in her spirit. Helmut is a perfect match. Mother loved him very much and approved of him. Even her picky friends liked him well enough. They considered him the dashing, wealthy European.

Their marital vows felt like a constriction to her vocal chords. She shook off the inner voice and focused on the sizzle. She loves Helmut, he’s a passionate lover and even as every cell in her body screamed ‘don’t‘ she said I do.

It didn’t take a long time for her to realize that the marriage was a huge mistake.

Helmut’s perceived candour turned to blunt cruelty. His passion became an obsession. He smothered her to death.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Image credit..pixabay

 

The Daily Post

The Gentleman and the maiden…

Soft giggles escaped her lips 

And she lowered her eyes in shy acquiescence

She had been waiting for this moment

His heated gaze and murmured words

Filled her with flutters of anticipation

Accepting his invitation to dance

She stepped into his arms

And allowed him to twirl her

Around the ballroom

In a sensual tango.

*

 Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Giggle, The Daily Post Prompt

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Poetry/Poems · The Daily Post

Vanilla in the cellar…

 

Oh my dearest Annabella
She thought she was Cinderella
She read that Mills & Boons novella
And fell in love with a fella

She misplaced her shoes
After some pints of booze
It gave her the blues
And sent her to snooze

Her sights were set on Andrew
Who simply didn’t have a clue
He was always confused
And she wasn’t amused

She cornered him in the cellar
After a dab of vanilla
A lot of history went under
And they honeymoon in Venezuela

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Misplaced, The Daily Post Prompt

Image credit: Pixabay

Love · Poetry/Poems

Parched and Watered…

His arid heart

Had become lonely.

All it took were several

Drops of her love

To refresh

It.

There’s nothing

Like the right words

To refresh a parched

and thirsty soul.

It’s like fuel

To one’s

life.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Refresh, The Daily Post