A quadrilogy to Soup!
With priorities shifted between them, Soup continues to live life in the rolling hills of grass and glistening skies, while Stew and Casserole continue theirs with their family, nestled away from others for the safety of their curious children.
However, one of their eldest, Sage, is desperate to see what lies beyond the painted fences and predictability of home.
Ready to discover her own way, Stew entrusts Soup with showing her daughter what life has to offer beyond home; just enough so that it can tame her curiosities and she can leave wild fantasies behind her.
But with a energetic and mischievous child to now care for, Soup isn't too keen on the idea of suddenly losing his peace once more, and looks forward to the quiet days of travelling alone.
With both discovering the world together through new experiences and new friends, Soup starts to learn that it isn't so bad to let down his guard and enjoy the world around around him, one tumble at a time.
Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if the adventure continued for a little longer?
This is just a collection of some of the poems I’ve written over the years, about the many emotions, dreams, desires, and destinies inherent to existing in this world. I write about the many ways the world around us affects us and how we in turn affect it.
[ Naimah Flash Back]
Your test results shows that you have been overdosed on a contraceptive pill found only in the black market.
[END OF FLASHBACK]
Immediately her flashback ended, Naimah accidentally spills the juice on her skirt, she excuses herself from the dinning table and walks to the female bathroom to clean up the stain but halts at the male door when she hears two familiar voices kiss and say;
Voice 1: Here, it's specially made for her but different from the last one I brought, mix it in her coffee drink, she will never know. All we need to do after that is to patiently wait for her to start hallucinating and showing signs of paralysis before sending her to a psychiatric hospital to die.
Voice 2: I can't wait for her to die so, her inheritance, shares in the company will be ours...
Voice 1: You are not eager to be with me...
Voice 2: You are everything I ever needed, then the voice continued to kiss the other person.
Naimah was thankful she had her phone with her, she was smart enough to record it than cry like a baby and get discovered by those two.
She didn't bother to clean up anymore but went back to the table like nothing ever happened.
What next, she thinks to herself.
This is a letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to try their best to prevent Azerbaijan from invading Armenia.