Day 15: April 15

A mother reconciles with one of the 21 Chibok girls recently released
by Boko Haram. This poem is written in her POV.
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She touched me.

And brought me sweet release.

And o, the visions that lit my mind

Would make blind men despise sight.

She stepped out of bondage

On a will that matched the mileage,

She touched me and every cold feeling

Thawed like wax and I find I can still believe.

She touched me.

And those pained years are but one minute.

And my fears bled then ran along like a river;

My joys will overflow the banks of the Niger.

She’s made of steel,

A heart that’s dying to live;

All her parts bind because she believed—

That’s what I felt when she touched me.

She touched me.

And brought me sweet release.

And o, the visions that lit my mind

Would make blind men despise sight.

Akpan

IntShoWriMo 2015: Day 15: Curiosity is a Provable Fact

IntShoWriMo 2015: Day 15 Prompts:
You’re a private investigator who is down on his or her luck and hasn’t had a client in months. Suddenly the phone rings. It’s a kid. The kid proposes a silly case to you. Normally you wouldn’t take such a ridiculous job (from a kid, no less), but you need the work, so you accept. But what you uncover during the investigation is a much, much bigger problem than the kid (and you) ever expected. — WritersDigest.Com

Word Count: 2k+

Akpan

IntShoWriMo 2014: Day 15

Day 15: Implications

Write a story in which the phrase 'I don't know' occurs at least thrice, each time having a different implication or hidden meaning.

—Writing.Com

Word Count: 1,000+

Eneh Akpan,

June 15th, 2014

Day 15: Story

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This is my story:

Exalted by the riches of poverty

To a stunning ledge of breathtaking wonders

Where I stand and survey wealth by fear conquered.

Steeped into iniquity from birth

It doesn’t alter the fact I’ve been programmed from the start.

Unhurried in rising but mounted on pinions.

Like a solitary tear of joy,

Lonely but never in despair.

I stand boldly before forces harmless to destroy

Reconstructing the ruins of hope deferred

Stirring up into fiercest flame a dying flair.

The difference of one man

Raising an army as vast as the dunes of the Sahara,

Accomplishing the soul's singular errand.

Until my job is done,

Until I come through with a song,

I can't back down.

I'm not gonna pack up and leave town.

I gatto keep standing strong

Until my strength is used up.

Cause it won't be long

Before my story is told,

Before an army that would overturn the world

Is raised from the rubble

By the simple details of my struggle.

Akpan

IntShoWriMo 2013: DAY 15

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Today’s Prompt:

You are 15 years old and, while still living with your parents, you discover a secret room in your house. It is filled with all sorts of strange things, but one thing in particular catches your eye. It’s a love letter to your mom from someone who isn’t your dad. What’s more peculiar is that it is dated five years into the future. Write a scene where you confront your mom about the letter.

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Link for Day 15: DAY 15: Final Descent Word Count: 1,321

A mother and son try to stop their husband and father from catching his flight.

It would have been easier if the man was not one of those folks who lived only by what their five senses tell them.

Mother and son sedate the man in their lives and hope he wakes up late and misses his flight.

But what if the forces of nature act in favor of the man and urge him on towards his final descent?

Read the full story here, DAY 15: Final Descent

Keep your pen bleeding.

Akpan

Day 15: Incidentals

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What if I could fly

But my wings were wax in a thermal sky?

What if I could race across the Sahara

But my feet were like a painted terrapin’s flipper?

And what if I had the power to invent a new civilization

But my IQ was of prehistoric variation?

What if I could spit poetry like Virgil

But the sound of my voice was an alligator’s tranquil?

And what if I was feet to the stars

But my dream to be a legend was stalked by a fragile heart?

And what if I was the seal of authority

Yet kept up a vagrant clueless about my nobility?

And if I could skip 1,000 walls

But my assurances don’t jibe with my balls?

What use would that be, if I took a fall?

What if I relished a unique personal fantasy

Yet was scared witless of facing the incidental ecstasy?

What if I could anticipate seeds of the future in events of the past

Yet came short of coherence to watch it come to pass?

What if I could explode into a million seeds

But faltered when confronted by the impact?

What if the detail of my future was the beauty of paradise

Yet I couldn’t begin one day at a time?

And what if I could live the extraordinary life

But copped out for suicide?

What if I could alter the aftermath in these lines

Yet I’d rather not give it a try?

And what if I never mentioned it outright

Would you have seen the you represented in the I?

Would you detect the lie behind which you did hide?

Akpan