Through the woods (part 13)

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Ivaan was riding in the middle, clutching tightly on to the man’s lean frame, his eyes looking at the back of his golden-brown head. Jo’s arms were wrapped around his waist, and he felt like a worm in a coccoon, encased between two warm bodies. He tried asking them the questions that were plaguing his mind, but they were riding much too fast for either of them to catch his words.

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Writer’s Block-A Conversation with my brain

Me: So it’s blog-day Sunday today, and I swear I’m gonna write something. No excuses.

My Brain: Oh yeah? What about the first chapter of Geography- Resources and Development?

Me: Alright. I’ll write a haiku. It won’t take much time.

My Brain: Don’t kid yourself. You’ve never written a haiku before.

Me: That doesn’t mean I can’t. Give me something, Brain. Continue reading