HumbledbYGrace:
personally it has never worked, reasons being when you get back with your ex like you said depending on the circumstances you expect things to be different only to realise that the person is still the same.

Waste of time though we all deserve 77X7 chances in life till we die but romantic relationships Nah!

As for the story, you could just wrap it up with the ex telling what it is she wanted and maybe adding a twist and maybe chisom could be Mrs Protagonist not the former girlfriend. I don't know lol....

I guess you are right. Im sorry, are you male or female? Please don't take the question the wrong way.

Will finish this up soon. Im working on another story, a novella. Hope you would like it.

HumbledbYGrace:
someone once said going back to your ex is like going back to your vomit, poking into it only to leave bitter than the first time.

It is not always true at least for me. It depends on the circumstances that lead to the break up. Im not sure yet how to end the story. How do you think it should end?

HumbledbYGrace:
awesome.

I am still trying to understand why the guy went to see his ex girlfriend, treating his fiancee like she meant nothing to him just like that?

A part of him still loves the ex. Love they say is irrational.

MzNelly:
Interesting. Invest generously in paragraphing. It makes your work easier to read. Thank you.
*following*

Thanks for commenting . I did paragraph dunno why it came out this way. When I post the final part will try do something about it.

HumbledbYGrace:
Nice piece dear.

Pay attention to tense and conversation construction.

Thanks for commenting. I will definitely work on those.

"Uche, are you okay?" I was startled. The voice sounded so familiar. I quickly looked up and it was Chiamaka. "I'm sorry. I - I didn't see you come on in" I stammered a bit as I stood up to hug her and motion her to sit down. I sat down and looked at her. She was all smiles. She hasn't aged a bit I thought. She was still petite and the dotted gown she had on really looked good on her. She wasn't still a fan of heavy make up. All in all her physical appearance hasn't changed much. She was talking but I wasn't listening. I kept zoning out. I felt stupid sitting there. I just knew instantly nothing could ever happen between us again. My mind kept on going back to Chisom, what we shared and what we've been through together. I had to send that text now. I picked up the phone and typed "I will be home soon. You are forever my pacemaker. Love you".

I stopped at my desired bus stop. I looked around as I got off the bus, hands in pocket. I was never spending the night so I didn't pack a bag. I looked at my wrist watch it was almost noon. The Sun was scorching. I signaled a cab quickly and got in. "good day, take me to a nice hotel with a nice restaurant" I told the cab driver. "No problem sir" he replied. I didn't take much notice of the cab driver other than our choice of music totally differs. I had to make a quick call. I brought out my phone, switched it on and dialled Chiamaka. "hello, I'm guessing you made it" she said trying to hide her excitement. "yes I did. We should meet up, I don't have much time. I need to go back today" I replied. "no problem. Text me the place and the address. I would be right there." She was now sounding a bit more confident. "okay" I said and ended the call. I got the address from the cab driver and quickly sent it to her. The cab pulled up in front of a gate and horned briefly. The gate swung open and in seconds he parked in front of the main building. I got off, paid him and collected his mobile number cause I figured I would use him on my way back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ l made my way to the reception gently going through scenarios in my head. The receptionist sat behind a desk eyes focused on the monitor right in front of her. She looked busy clicking away on the mouse and taking notes. She was dressed plainly but her appearance looked professional. The reception room was sparsely decorated, I counted two paintings hanging on opposite sides of the wall. The floor was tiled and walls was lightly painted. There was a sofa to the right and a couple single seats on the left. The room was empty which wasn't much of a surprise considering the time of the day. The ventilation from the air conditioner felt really good. I walked towards the receptionist. "Good day, please could you point me in the direction of the restaurant?" I inquired. " Good day sir. Follow the corridor then the first door by your right. It is boldly written on top of the wall" she said politely and occasionally pointing. "Thanks" I retorted making my way to the corridor. I walked a bit down the corridor and to my right I found the entrance to the restaurant just like she said. I opened the door and walked in. The restaurant was sparsely decorated too but had this classic look that I immediately fell in love with. I made my way to a single table with double chairs and sat down. Looking around, the restaurant was empty except for the waitresses seated in a section. I wasn't exactly hungry but I had this unusual crave for alcohol. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down. I motioned a waitress, she walked briskly towards me. I wanted to order a bottle of wine so bad. My nerves were killing me. "welcome sir. What can I get you?" She said, her whole attention focusing on me. "a bottle of water will do" I said barely audibly. "Alright sir" she said and walked away. Moments later, a bottle of water and sparkling glass was in front of me. I poured a glass and gulped it down like I have been stranded in a desert for days. I poured another glass and just left it in front of me. Alcohol wasn't a good idea. I need my senses and I might end up taking more than I actually want. I relaxed a bit, looked around and glanced at my wrist watch. "she ought to have been here by now" I said to myself letting out a deep sigh. I stared at my phone on the table allowing my mind to wander.

I picked up my phone, going through my conversations I wondered why she wanted to see me after all these years. She wasn't in trouble that's for sure. I know for a fact she was doing better than me financially at least. I have not really given it much thought. Her wanting to see me pointed in one direction. She wants us to work things out. She has been throwing me clues even a slowpoke would catch. That's the only plausible explanation. I looked into the distance, again staring at nothing. My senses went back to the music which waves my brain has long ignored. Shortly, my phone vibrated. Looking at the screen I saw a name that I feared. I didn't answer. I knew I was only postponing the inevitable. I had to take that call. My phone started vibrating once more, I took the call. "hello" I said. One could almost hear the guilt in my voice. "how can you? And before you think of lying, Nnamdi told me everything" Chisom said trying to remain calm. We already talked about it and she was adamant I shouldn't go even when I insisted. Not sure what to say so I remained silent. "you can no longer talk?! If you don't turn around now forget about me" she snapped and then the line went dead. I wanted to send a text almost immediately but there was nothing to write. At least for now. I sank into the seat. I once more directed my senses to the loud music blasting through my ears. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I looked down on my wrist watch, we've been over an hour into the journey. We were getting closer. I was getting closer. I didn't really have a plan. I just believed if I am to work things out with Chiamaka I would know the instant I saw her. I guess that was the plan in its own way. My phone has been vibrating endlessly that I had to put it off. Chisom was definitely upset. I could see her face with her eyes all saggy and wet. Her light skin turning red all over and her in the kitchen cooking things she may not eat. I sighed. Its all for the best I murmured to myself. I met Chisom after a year I sobered up. I never really believed I had a chance with her but as the universe would have it, things worked out for the better. We've been going strong for three years now. I even proposed last Christmas and we had a nice dinner with family and friends. But right now I have to be sure. I needed this journey. I opened my eyes and immediately noticed the people on the streets. The road has become busier. I am here I said to myself.

Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved. This piece or any portion thereof may not be copied or reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the writer. Email: Mreon870@hotmail.co.uk _____________________________ PACEMAKER I sat oblivious of the earphone plugged into my ears cranked up to the highest volume. My mind was long gone into a land it never knew. The bus traveled steadily, the morning cold still lingered in the air. The events of the past week played repeatedly in my head. Maybe she changed I said rather loud, unconsciously looking around for confirmation. I met confused eyes looking at me and I quietly went back to my mental space totally without care of what they thought. My mind went back to the past, the past before a week ago. A past that went back five years ago. I chuckled at how things have changed but I can't exactly say I became a better man - whatever that means. That's what she always wanted, a better man. Flashes of my binge drinking flooded my thoughts for a moment. Then, I thought it was the only way to live after she left me and of course the unending rumours I had to deal with on a daily. At least that's my justification. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My phone vibrated profusely bringing me back to the real world. I took the call temporarily pausing my music. "Hello" I blurted out. "hey, it's me" the caller said. "you went to see her right?" the voice continued. I didn't know what to say but I knew I can't lie to my best friend. He was there when I was nothing but a drunk stump. He helped me sober up. "yes I went to see her. I'm actually on my way". I replied. "you are really an a**hole. I hope you are sure about this". Before I could think of a reply the line went dead. I wasn't sure about anything. Two weeks ago I thought I was in love and was thinking about getting married. Right now I am on the road to go see a long ago ex. I gently hit the back of my head on the headrest sighing heavily. Chiamaka wasn't any girl. She wasn't just an ex. We shared a lot together. We ended badly but there were lots of positives. She was always accommodating, she made up for my insensitive nature. At a point I guess I became too insensitive that she could no longer deal. She made me believe in people. She worked on my narcissistic attitude. She indeed made my heart beat. I sighed deeply while staring out the window looking at nothing. Chisom deserved better. I know she deserves better but I needed to make this trip. I needed to be sure.

Good day Royver, I must say you really know your stuff. However, you mentioned I got the theme wrong. Could you please explain further? It would be highly appreciated. Thanks.

Broken mirrors

Mirror! Mirror! on the wall who is the fairest of them all
She's beautiful and charming and you can't have her
She's been through alot but you can't console her
She wants to be loved but you can't love her
She gets cold at night but you can't hold her
She has so much to share but her tongue is cut
She's so angelic but many demons she fought
Her heart beats but its torn in many pieces
She trusts no more. Trust is a disease.
She's the fairest of them all and you can't have her.

AyokunleRuth:
hmmmmm nice one

Thank you. Would post more later.

The fearful warrior

What if a warrior fails in its quest, Is it destiny or lack of effort?
Does the gods will it so?
I have looked happiness in the face and turned the other way, Foolishness many may say. Everything happen for a reason so they say
Reasons unknown to man but with great meaning.
The sun is a beautiful thing, yet it burns and hurt the eyes
She is like the sun but what if I get burnt?
What if I look upon the sun and my eyes go blind?
What if the light shines only but a moment?
And darkness awaits my path like a condemned soul

Smith the smitten

Woke up with a smile on my face Happy thoughts rush my mind in great pace
I lay wondering if I have been possessed
This is rare. Look around for a witness
Things so subtle make the greatest change I fear for my heart in this time of change
Stupid thing may fall in love and get broken again
My face deep in water mixing with tears
Love is for the brave and I'm truly a coward
Hiding in shadows of the past waiting for my shadow to drag me forward

Empty room

Sitting in an empty room Thoughts all over the place like a scattered broom
Voices in my head tell me its all doom
Like it was there with me from the womb
I don't lament my decisions. My decisions lament me
My world is empty. No longer at ease How do I kill this ever growing pain
Like all its lost. Life without gains These words are deep but can't tell a half story
Living in troubles looking behind for glory

From my observation, I can see short and long stories rule here so forgive me for starting a post for my sad little poems . Poems are boring. Poems are no fun. I agree. But I do try to make it short and fun. I would do long or short stories if I actually had the patience for it . Necessary information; I never majored in literature. I just have a knack for writing. So come easy with the criticism . My poems are about love ( you and you guessed it ) but it actually has dark twists to it. So, if you hate dark things don't read my poems . I'm gonna start up posting a few of my work hoping your encouragement would make me post and write more. My work is copyrighted and shouldn't be used without prior information to spacefreak (that's me, the author ). Here goes...

@whitemosquito I can be patient. Take your time.

whitemosquito:
Why do you ppl like arguments?
I said if it starts out as a tragedy it should have a twist that causes it to end on a happy note. You said all tragedies have unpleasant endings, now you've turned around to admit that there are tragicomedies. Oh, you knew that did you?

@ spacefreak, the rules said write any theme of your choice, true. But I DIDN'T SAY WRITE TRAGEDIES. I gave EXAMPLES of different themes, eg Romance, comedy etc.
Further prompts said 'weave it around the promise and excitement of the New year. Common sense would tell you that whatever story you produce should be happy/hopeful.
Sir, if you were expecting me to spell it out for you as in Queens Premier, then you aren't qualified for the Challenge.

"2 Only one submission per entry. Each submission must be a prose written in any theme of your choice, (comedy, romance, tragedy etc)."

What I quoted above was your number 2 rule on the main thread. Im not a fan of arguments, I know when Im wrong and when Im right. You wrote clearly that the theme should be totally the writer's choice. Now you saying the story MUST have a happy ending. In that case a tragedy is a no no contrary to what I quote above. I might be wrong though. I would still love to read a piece written by you.

Oahray:
no vex, a tragedy ends badly in whatever context. When there's a sharp pleasant twist at the end it becomes a tragi-comedy.

A change from "any theme of your choice (eg romance, comedy, tragedy)" to 'you have failed because it is a tragedy', is a refinement. In reality, excitement and promises do no rule out the possibility of tragic events.

Relax, I'm not implying what you think I'm implying, whatever that is. Just an observer expressing my thoughts on a thread created for it. If it is unwelcome, I'd only watch henceforth.

Exactly my point.

Oahray:
lol. Tragedies can have happy endings with some tweaking?
Funny thing about NL contest rules, they are usually ambiguous, and get refined at will, often too late. Not all promises get fulfilled, and not every excitement end with mirth.

The rules are kinda the way you put it, very ambiguous. We are to write in any theme of our choice then all of a sudden it must now have a happy ending? The story must also depict our culture which I thought that and the excitement of the new year was the major thing to be worried about. Right now Im very confused. This is a flash fiction not an essay or a long story. @whitemosquito I would love to read a piece written by that follows all your rules maybe I would be less confused.