(Word length: 200-300 words)
I am writing to say something that I have always wanted to tell you: Thunder fire you.
You promised we would always be together, fight our wars together, lose or win together. But it was only the first of your many lies. Yes, I was your side-kick, and then? Are you the first star to have one?
The lies came to you with ease, buckets and buckets of them. But I never judged; we wrote them all together, after all what is fiction if not 50 shades of fine lies. We toiled and sweated through every manuscript together, every masterpiece. But you never took me along for any award, any prize. What do you take me for? Plain plastic?
I have feelings, John, and I hate you for playing the fiddle with them. So it gives me so much joy to tell you that while you left me home alone to go pick up another of our hard-earned prizes, Alice came by and stuck me in the fire. How sad it is that she is the one you will marry, how so terribly ironic for you.
Even the pain of losing my hide, drop by molten drop, into the hearth could not dull the joy I feel to be able to finally say this to you: Thunder fire you, you will never touch me again.
By Chisom Ojukwu
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