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The Drive to Belong

The Miami clinic was busy, bustling with energy but steeped in cliques. It wasn't her natural environment. Kensington preferred spaces where ambition and oppenness thrived; but it was a useful pit stop to occupy her time while she prepared for her next chapter. The team greeted her politely but with a touch of distance, the kind that suggested she wasn't meant to fit in. She noticed it, but didn't let it faze her.

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The Professor of Female Validation

The young professor had always been a seeker, though he would never admit it. At 6’1”, conventionally attractive, Swiss-born with a PhD earned in the United States, and now working at The University of Cambridge, he carried the veneer of a man who had it all. But beneath his achievements lay a restless spirit, drawn to the unconventional, the exploratory, the boundaryless. It was during a solo trip to Mexico that he first met her - the Yoruba high priestess. Their initial connection happened in the waters of Mexico, a chance meeting that felt otherworldly. They swam together, their limbs tangling as though they had known each other for lifetimes. From that moment, they became inseparable, at least for the remainder of his trip.

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Moon in New York: A Journey to Authenticity

Moon had always been told she was going places. A promising young woman with a degree from a top university, she had landed a coveted role as a management consultant by 23. By 27, a city transfer to New York felt like the next logical step in her seemingly perfect career trajectory. But beneath the polished exterior of power suits and client meetings, Moon felt restless, a kind of discontent she couldn’t quite explain.

The Fictional Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic

The Fictional Diary of A Hopeless Romantic Part 2

I smile at myself. Sarcastically of course, the resemblance to that of a deranged psychopath is uncanny. At this moment, I can feel an overwhelming itch to kill. If I'm that disposable, surely two can play at the same game right? There is a void within me that needs to be filled. Murder seems plausible, deserved even. Did somebody say justice?

The Fictional Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic

The Fictional Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic

I intently stare at my tear streamed face in the mirror and as though in a trance, transport myself to fifteen years ago; standing at this exact spot. ** I feel nostalgic as I stand behind my younger self, longingly gazing at my optimistic and enthusiastic 11 year old persona: "I can't wait to be… Continue reading The Fictional Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic