Category Archives: IDIOMS AND INK

Works of fiction based on my personal interpretation of popular idioms

HANDS THAT ROCKED NO CRADLE

Posted on July 6, 2015 by

#IdiomsAndInk Veronica cranked up the music as she drove home, grinning. She was still basking in the euphoria from her victory in court earlier in the day. That adrenaline rush was a great part of why she had become a … Continue reading →

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COUNTING SHEEP

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     Amarachi couldn’t fall asleep.       She sighed and threw the covers off her legs, “Oh, this is hopeless! I’ll never get any sleep at this rate. Unless…”      Grinning, she sat up in bed and whistled sharply. Her room … Continue reading →

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BILLS AND BOONS

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#IdiomsAndInk I have always known my husband wanted me dead. I had married him for love, but I knew he had wed me for money. Still, I had hoped he would grow to love me. A vain hope, it appeared. … Continue reading →

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GENIE-US

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#IdiomsAndInk Hassan stared at the momentous scene before him, feeling numb. Voices seemed to seep sluggishly into his ears, drowned out by the sound of his blood beating hotly in his head. The tiny hut was hot and cloying. In … Continue reading →

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KARMA IN A SKI MASK

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#IdiomsAndInk The rivalry between Andy and Kevbe had always been old. Both burglars of reknown, their conflict had led to mild sabotage, reputation-bashing and creative belittling. Their jousts had created juicy entertainment for the burglar community, thieves regaling each other … Continue reading →

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DIAMONDS ARE A GIRL’S BEST FAULT

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#IdiomsAndInk Ikenna sat in his darkened study, the light from the laptop in front of him dancing on his face, brooding over a glass filled with amber comfort. Being rich wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. He was … Continue reading →

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IDLE FINGERS

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“I couldn’t help reading over your shoulder.” Ene stopped typing and turned around, incensed. Her rising temper suddenly banked, as her eyes fell on the person who had spoken. The young, handsome man was smiling apologetically, hands half-raised in placation. … Continue reading →

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