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Two Lives And A Soul #26 By Ojay Aito

Read previous episodes of Two Lives And A Soul Breakfast is ready. Breakfast is ready… Hello son, breakfast is set… This was one of those times you were dreaming, and you were aware of it. I was aware of it. Only that as the dream stretched I began to slowly get conscious of my environment, and realize after all that it wasn’t a dream. No I wasn’t dreaming. “Good morning, son.” She said to me. My eyes were still shut, trying to remember my last thoughts, but I was half awake now. She must have watched my bulky eyeballs wiggle underneath my thin eyelids, like a baby eagle struggling to break free from the thin membrane beneath its egg shell. My eyes popped open. I managed to smile, because she wasn’t the one who brought my travail upon me. She deserved more than a smile. The old woman I meant.…

Two Lives And A Soul#25 By Ojay Aito

Previous episodes of Two Lives And A Soul Suss felt a sudden urge to rise. It was so powerful she thought it must be nothing far from one of her dreams. She must have dreamt about her son in these few days more than all the dreams she ever had her entire life combined. Beside her on the bed was Theo. He must have fallen asleep trying to wonder what in the world he could do to bring his wife back to life, to the usual enthusiast that she was. For to him, it seemed he had lost more than a son- he had lost his wife also. This meant his whole world was entirely crumbled, because she was his last wall of defense. Suss watched in the dark, how he slept, and felt great pity for putting him through the emotional quagmire. He lay sprawled as though slain in…

Two Lives And A Soul #24 By Ojay Aito

Previous episodes of Two Lives And A Soul In a world where light was faster than sound, Eli found it a rather brain-cracking task to have it the other way. But that was only for a teensy moment, after which he broke out from. It wasn’t one of those moments he could sense something was wrong. No. It was one where his senses would have assumed the wrong way was right, and the right way was left. Or simply put, here, there was no need of such earthly senses. If his mind was permitted to think the usual way, he would have realized he barely walked -literally floating, and in place of his torso was just a huge gobble of his existence moving around as collectively tagged molecules in possession of abilities that made them perceptibly possible to receive signals past the infrared spectrum; at the same time having the…

Two Lives And A Soul #23 By Ojay Aito

Previous episodes of Two Lives and A Soul Dr Reuben wasn’t a man given to starting his day with a preface, at least not before his colleagues. In the lab, he would simply start off from where his last activity was paused. Lately, he had been more preoccupied than distracted, as he rather put it, with admin work, given the fact that his boss, Head of DiVivo was retiring in a matter of days, and Dr. Reuben assumed he should be next in the line to take the venerated position. Fifty seven more days, to be exact. Anyone could have easily mentioned that it was only two months away, but to Dr. Lucman Reuben, it was a countdown. If only anyone had the effrontery to ask him, he would have unmasked the boyish thoughts under this tough half Jewish half Lebanese skin, and told them it was fifty seven…

Two Lives And A Soul #22 By Ojay Aito

Read previous episodes of Two Lives And A Soul Ethel wasn’t sure when she finally fell asleep. Her head was drowned in the quagmire that the weekend had proven to be. That was it. There would be no more weekends for her, and she was swayed she would now do everything to make sure she renewed her obsession for her work. The visit with Thomas to his family party had been much more than the writing on the wall. If she didn’t see this as a signal to end the relationship, then it might as well be the end of her marriage before it ever began. What was it with marriage and this decade? Truly, the world was spherical, and the events that happen in it only ever repeated themselves again. Who would think that only a few decades ago, marriage was seen as nothing but a contractile agreement of…

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