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  • mrspectacular 14w


    Stephanie's hands are shaking in the cold as she walks into the office. It is clear she is in need of something hot to step down the effect of the blizzard outside the walls of the Clinton Welsh International Hospital premises. The Air-Conditioners cannot be turn off for any reason on the insistence of the Hospital's policy hence they provide alternative heating for the staff and patients of the hospital, heating cubicles numbering about eight on every floor of the hospital totalling about one hundred and twenty. Unwilling to go all the way to the other floor and possibly face the same disappointment as she has faced on the ground floor where her office is strategically situated, she decides to take some hot coffee to substitute the heating cubicle but as though it is not her day, she is met by another disappointment. All the variants of coffees served at the hospital at the moment do not appeal to her taste.

    Stephanie's astonishment is brought on by how exactly all other variants are still very much available when she arrives but the one she wants and enjoy finished few seconds before her arrival at the hospital's coffee stand.

    Irked by the situation, she picks up her car keys even though she knows leaving the hospital at that moment might be risky on so many levels-she might have patients waiting for her, she might have an accident under the unfortunate weather, she is not officially on break and she might get queried or worse still relieved of duty if she is found out by the management of the hospital. She would usually do things that strikes everyone as daring and sometimes just plain absurd so when the other staff see her leave the hospital and drive out of the premises, they neither ask no questions nor bother themselves but leave it to the management who have eyes on the entire premises and never miss a move from any staff except of course in the toilet and surely enough they see her leave. The consequences of her actions from the end of the management would come in the evening when she returns or they would allow her the privilege of having a good night and spoil her morning the next day with her letter of 'your services are no longer needed at this hospital' connoting dismissal.

    When she sets out on the journey, it is a horrifying trip driving through the blizzard as visibly is so poor, she can hardly see. She prays so hard to be back at the hospital in one piece but it seems her prayers does not cover her car as while she hits a lot of things that damage her car badly including road blocks, railings and a couple of times, a few road-crossing creatures.

    It takes about a visit to over fifteen stores and twelve hours of driving to make her give up her search and decide to settle for the lesser coffee brand.

    Just as she is driving back to the hospital painfully meandering her way through the thickening weather, she unfortunately and fortunately rams her car into a somewhat inconspicuous store by the corner of the road going unconscious. The storekeeper takes her out of the car and unto the ground to get some air. The storekeeper, Jane Alvin watches her for a few seconds and realizing she has not regained consciousness, decides to give her the kiss of life (Mouth To Mouth Resuscitation).

    It feels awkward to her but there is a life at stake and it is the only option available as there is no one else around in the store at the time as the storekeeper was just reconciling the books in order to leave for home before Stephanie rammed into the store. She succeeds in getting her conscious after about six huff-and-puffs of oxygen. Regaining consciousness, Stephanie asks holding her head while squinting,
    'Whe-Where am I?.....Who are you?....What happened?..'
    'Calm down, darling. One question at a time',Jane Alvin says softly. 'You had an accident'
    'Oh no', Stephanie screams whisperingly as a result of the headache. 'I need to get back to the office immediately'.

    Jane Alvin smiles not with an intent to ridicule Stephanie's predicament but because she wonders why someone would still think of work after such an unwholesome occurrence. She watches Stephanie stagger a little way off before fainting again.

    When Stephanie regains consciousness, she is surprised to see Jane behind the wheel of her SUV and wonders what is going on. Just as she is trying to wrap her aching head around what is going on, they come by the Welsh International Hospital. Jane drives in, screaming for the attention of the staff around. Immediately, a couple of nurses assist her in leading Stephanie into the hospital.

    Having been informed of the accident by Jane , the hospital puts Stephanie to bed-rest for four hours with the help of sedatives in drip form. When she would wake up, her letter of dismissal would sitting on the small mahogany cupboard-table beside her bed just by Jane. Jane hopes and prays that she wakes up strong and healthy.

    'Please, you just have to wake up. From the much I have seen, you are a hardworker and I am sure it devastate your company to have them lose you. I do not know you but it would still hurt to watch a human being die before my very eyes so please stay with us', Jane whispers softly trying so hard to prevent herself from bursting into tears. What Jane does not know is the fact that Stephanie is a staff of the hospital and the letter on the table by her bed effects her termination of appointment with immediate effect.

    After four hours of sleep, Stephanie wakes up from the induced sleep yawning and turning to see Jane, she gives a smile that suggests appreciation of the kind gesture of being by her side all through. Jane returns the smile.

    Sitting up on the bed, Stephanie notices the white envelope on the table by the bed. Confused, she inquires of Jane about the letter. Jane says the letter was brought in by a doctor and he said it looked important.
    'A doctor of this hospital....?', Stephanie asks terrified as she frantically opens the envelope to unveil its content.
    'Yes....Is there....'
    'Oh no...This can't be', Stephanie screams and faints again having read it is a termination of her appointment as a staff of Clinton Welsh Hospital.

    Confused as to what is going on, Jane picks up the letter to read and she is just as shocked but does not faint. Instead she quickly decides to recommend Stephanie for temporary employment immediately she wakes up pending when she would be able to secure another job for herself.

    When Stephanie wakes up, she is skeptical at first about the idea but looking at her letter of dismissal once more, she decides to accept the offer. It seems a blessing in disguise as she seems to enjoy working with Jane surprisingly because asides the fact that it is an interesting job to kill time with while she looks for one that would fit her career as a surgeon, she is home to the best coffee in the region.

  • lydiafrancis 61w

    Too far

    Too far from reality
    Too far from love
    Too far from life
    Too far from myself

  • mrspectacular 67w


    I never knew it would come to this
    All I wanted was some pen bliss
    But the day I met Chris
    Was the day I did trouble, a diss
    And the result, my life becoming fiss

    The day it began, it was like a visit to hell
    Because somehow, I couldn't hear the loud warning bell
    That told it was foolish of me to go look for a story from someone in the prison-cell
    But I was not myself, I just wanted to get out of that blocked dell
    Into which I had fell

    To achieve this, I was prepared to give anything and everything
    Just to make sure my pen did, once again, sing
    But in doing this, I brought my own undoing
    It did bring joy but also brought me mourning
    Bringing me the dark night after taking away my morning.

    This was how it all started
    This was how, my path to being the most wanted, was charted
    And how my entire career to becoming a colossal writer was completely thwarted
    Oh I wish I never from the way parted
    By now, who knows what wonders I would have imparted.

    As I sat at my desk that day
    For two hours, I was at the Block Bay
    I had in my hands the clay
    But as though dead, it did lay
    I tried all I could to get the sun to, on me, shine its enlightening Ray

    But to no avail
    I could not get myself, the needed bail
    When all else did fail
    To get my boat to make sail
    I turned to the last resort, the jail

    For there, I thought I would find the perfect inspiration, of which I did
    But it turned out one of my worst bid
    That indeed almost shut my life's lid
    Not because it had come to an end but while I was still in the way, mid

    On arrival at the prison
    The warder thought how pleasant to host a man of such season
    After pleasantries exchanged, he wondered bafflingly, the reason
    As it tore at his curiousity like an infuriated bison.

    I tell him, I am here to see Chris of the Dead
    That was the name he was called in the newspaper I read
    About to question why I would want to see a man the whole world does dread
    For whatever reason, he withheld the question and to the confinement cell sped
    Having one of the officers gaurding the cell with some information, fed.

    Five locks are opened and before my eyes is a gory looking creature
    Of very gigantic stature
    You would almost wonder how such small statured men were able to carry out his confinement's venture
    And how long these men would last before he makes death come for them in the future
    But I guess we will never know the reason for his comely gesture.

    Out of his cell,
    He is seated before me. I cannot help but think he is under some sort of spell
    I mean he is so calm not raising hell
    This is the same man who to death, over 3000 souls, in a single week did sell.
    What made him sink so low into humility's well?

    Well, that was not my reason for my visit
    I was not as interested in that bit
    As I was interested in his life before he was pounded by the law to grit
    I was interested in what made him, in his time of reign, a hit
    My mind was dark, I was here to have it lit.

    For four straight hours, he poured out to me his exploits
    But there was more, I had only heard little bits
    Before the warden came to announce it was time to call it quits
    I calmly leave but inside of me, I was in fits
    How could they stop me when I am about to make hits

    Determined. I return the next day to finish things up
    I came with my mind as a giant empty cup
    And would not leave until it was filled up
    But I was not the law, I was just a respected pup
    And the respect would be gone with the slightest slip-up.

    After another three hours at the feet of the nation's most notorious criminal
    As was banal,
    I was told it was time to make things final
    But I thought to myself, what of my journal
    It has to be plenal?

    The criminal saw the look of disappointment that covered my face
    Like he was, a criminal ace,
    He struck a deal with me to my face
    That he would tell me what I long to know if I promised him a saving grace
    That would get him out of that prison of a place.

    I did with one side of my lips
    For I knew there was no way I would let him escape, for his heinous crimes, the stroke of the law's whips
    But my words seemed to have made successful trips
    As he drank quickly the false hope drips
    That later did give his insides, the rips

    Six months passed and he was still in jail
    He wondered when I would bring the break-out plan to sail
    He did not want to believe I did fail
    To him, my busy schedule must have brought the plan, a derail
    But another two months passed and his patience became frail
    Hence he made his break, his personal grail
    And vowed that afterwards he would send me a death mail.

    But how was I to orchestrate the release of a dangerous vagabond
    So that he could make us again terror's slaves of bond
    This was a man who was, of watching people die, fond
    Making the streets, a bloody pond
    And he would not feel remorse for a second.

    In any case, I had bigger fishes on my plate
    The police had arrested me with an allegation that I was with intent to instigate
    Instigate the populate against the state
    With the article I published on the notorious fellow behind the Stallion Gate
    They treated me like one whom, they did, with passion hate
    As they claimed I was the reason why crime was now at an alarming rate
    After grilling for about an hour, they let me go to have a tete-a-tete after which they'd call me back to decide my fate.

    Arriving my home with an intent to get some rest
    I find I have been visited by a bloody pest
    I meet my wife and kids all stabbed in the chest
    I wonder what had happened in my nest
    Who is trying to put me to test

    I call in the police and they begin to hip on me, blames
    Saying I should not have played such games
    Now look how my innocent family have been caught in the flames
    They already who it was so they did not need names
    They only told me I needed to thicken my security frames.

    I speak with the police chief
    And a team of heavily armed policemen are deployed to give me a security beef
    But it made no diff
    As when Chris came, he gave a laugh at my quiff
    And made sure the security I thought I had was swallowed by the Earth's riff
    Before torturing me badly then making me a stiff.


  • liathekitten 133w


    You're too close, I can't breathe
    You're robbing my life away, my life away
    Can't you get away, from my lil' space
    My mind needs to feel safe
    Or I'll panic my life away, my life away

    You're too far, I'm getting cold
    I need a hug, maybe long, maybe short
    I dunno, I dunno, my brain's n' a freeze
    Stop the wind from a breeze
    I need your warmth, maybe long, maybe short

    You're here with your people 'hind you
    Dunno how to feel, don't know how to deal
    Giving me all these new kids to hang
    But I dunno what to say, when I'm just so different
    You say to be myself, but i dunno how to feel
    And I dunno how to deal

    Please, Please
    Don't get too close to me
    I'm like a rose and my thorns can prick you
    My buds are closed, don't make me bloom
    Or maybe I'm lying and I'm already bloomed

    Maybe I'm wilted and I'm getting cold
    Cuz you managed to get so far away!

    Please, Please
    Don't get too far away!
    I need you here to warm my heart
    Don't need your words, don't need your brains
    I need your warmth you carry in your heart
    Don't force me to bloom, I'm already bloomed
    Just need you to see, need you to see
    That you're stealing my life away, my life away
    And I just dunno how to feel, and how to deal

  • vidushi_mishra 168w


    When I ponder upon the distance between us,
    Even the moon seems closer to me.
    ©Vidushi Mishra

  • my_head_is_a_circus 170w

    Closer to you

    So, here I'm sitting,
    my fingers are tingling.
    You sit over there,
    Right next to where,
    the gap is too much,
    Just too far to touch.
    So close, I can't breath,
    cause I'm trying to keep
    my lusted mind together.
    Nowhere I'd be rather,
    than closer to you.
    So I will do.

    ©my head is a circus

  • violetladyy 179w


    You are like the star that I always looking for
    Staring at you didn't get me bore
    I want to touch your face and say hi
    But I know it's impossible so goodbye

    There are times that I want to reach you
    Hold and keep you if I can do
    But you are too far from me
    I don't have a choice so let it be

    I want to thank you cause you inspired me a lot
    For the achievements and things that I got
    But I want to thank you for being too far
    Because maybe if you're too close, now I have a scar


  • miracleish 244w

    One fine day when I'm gone too far away from you that you'd realise how busy you had always been.