It was a cold night in July. The street lights were dim; the sidewalks were filled with more homeless kids than usual. I could smell the musky air of dead things. I was searching for solitude and serenity; anything to drown this demon that lives inside these empty rooms of my heart.
Just at the moment I saw the inscription, “St. Paul’s Cathedral.” I have been here once, after the death of Genevieve, the smartest lady with the most graceful heart I have ever met. The day I made her mine was the day the sun rose in my heart, and the day she died was the coldest.
As I walked into the building with stained windows and a sweet scent of incense, I moved quietly to the last pew where the light was less lucent and I could be at peace with my shadows. The preacher was saying just at the moment, like he knew I was there for a miracle, a message, a map, just about anything that would take this scarring pain away.
“We may be able to speak the languages of human beings and even of angels but if we have no love, our speeches are no more than noisy gongs or clanging bells. We may have the gift of inspired preaching; we may have all knowledge and understand all secrets; we may have all the faith need to move mountains – but if we have no love, we are nothing. We may give away everything we have, and even give up our bodies to be burnt – but if we have no love, these do us no good.”
I felt an inferno sweep through me; this message was almost like it was meant for me. I had grappled with the soreness and misery of losing Genevieve for so long, I could literally feel the muscle tissues of my heart ripped apart. I lost all touch with love, life and people. I had written off lots of my pain in poetry but like a tooth ache, it keeps absorbing into my bones.
The Church bell rang, bringing my wandering soul back to reality. The service was over and the preacher was headed towards the back door. I stood up, looked at my wrist watch; it was 12am – another Valentine’s Day without Genevieve.
Written by : Michael Afenfia
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Nice write-up nne keep it up
Kudos! The depiction of his emptiness and loneliness is deep, his sorrows you made alive. I can feel the wave if his mood swim through my pores.
With ease, I was present in every piece of word, you are awesome friend. Keep it going up.
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I am voting for this wonderful piece.
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This is the best story themed with love and in the spirit of valentine. Nice one, Jane.
This is everything. I feel less alone on valentine, just by reading this.
“We may be able to speak the languages of human beings and even of angels but if we have no love, our speeches are no more than noisy gongs or clanging bells”
This is deep!
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You’re an amazing writer. Keep it up!!
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I lost all touch with love, life and people. I had written off lots of my pain in poetry but like a tooth ache, it keeps absorbing into my bones..
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Wow , awesome
You anchored the need for love into each statement, you are a fantastic writer and you define the nostalgia of loss and the value of Love
This is a very nice piece, well drilled thoughts. Keep it up
This is so amazing. You nailed it by every second. Good stuff.
Awww! This got me deep. It was Valentine’s day again, without Genevieve.
If I have the whole 50k with me, I would give them to you…. Yes, I read your poem too. Great talent, young lady.
This is as beautiful as your soul. Still amazes me how you can write in any character or gender and still rock the boat. Nice
Evanescence…. The meaning of the title you chose for this fiction scored points on it before the story itself. I vote
If you don’t get this accolade, there would definitely be more to come. You deserve this spot & that poetry. Seen your IG. Great!
So Melancholic. I love the way the words dripped of Melancholy.
Loosing a loved one is such a tragedy.
This is a great piece of art
This is too deep. Got my soul
I read this 3 times. I would be alone on Val’s day. Now I don’t feel much alone
Too deep, Jane.
Just too deep.
This is yours to win.
I vote with the rest. This deserves it all.
I vote Jane…
Good stuff!! I vote & vote again.
I vote Jane for the win & nothing more. You’ve got writing magic.
Wow.. This is awesome Jane!
This is one of the realest piece I’ve read in a while.
You’re an amazing writer Jane. This gave me chills.
I had to read over and over again. This is breathtaking
Someone shared the link to me and recommended I read this and I must say I’m really impressed. Bravo writer Jane!
Wow Jane I never knew you could write like this. I’m now your biggest fan!
This is so amazing. I’m voting for you.
This is epic & nostalgic. Nice one girl
I love this a lot. You go, girl
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I love this piece of art. Just…. Haaaa, my heart! I vote you
I vote this particular piece!
You will be the next Shonda Rhimes…
I wish I can vote this a 100 times.
I really do hope you have books published with your names on them. I vote you
I love this. It’s just perfect for Valentine’s day.
Your entry made the both category?! Why not just take the 50k already! I vote you
My best choice so far. I vote you
Jane for the win. Jane for the art. Jane for the unveiling. Nice one
This is simply the best. I vote this.