The Sinemile Ordeal (IV)

I’m at the door to the dormitory now. I peep to see if Sinemile is in, and I see her lying on her bed, facing up, with one hand behind her head and the other hand tracing an imaginary line under my bed on the top bunk. I see her feet are not on the […]

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The Sinemile ordeal (III)

I catch the sight of my pink  night shirt in the line area as I take slow nervous steps towards the hostel. I still haven’t washed it after last night’s episode. I might not get a chance to do so, so I’d rather just warm up to the idea of sleeping in it tonight, smell […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (II)

When we woke up this morning, some of my room girls were jesting, obviously discussing someone, in hushed tones. The juniors who would be dead if they spoke out just went about their business with amused countenances. Tanya later told me on our way for breakfast that people had heard what Sinemile said in her […]

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Love letters (VI)

Seeing the triumphant gleam in his eyes, I got sick in the stomach, and I could feel my indignation drain the colour from my face. I didn’t know when I landed him punches on his nose, until it began to bleed. This must be interesting, he muttered to himself, shaking his head in amusement as […]

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