stillwater:

Lol

Guess I should have titled it, "Na only u like better thing?"

The babe's picky, like most of us are. Unfortunately, not many guys exist with the full package. And if they do, they're usually taken! Just like in the Joe song. About good girls and picking someonelse's dime.

Had to wade thru the mire myself to get my own dream guy.

P.S. he's the inspiration for most of the kinky stuff I write these days. His love is WICKED.

jaymobb:


Guess I should have titled it, "Na only u like better thing?"

The babe's picky, like most of us are. Unfortunately, not many guys exist with the full package. And if they do, they're usually taken! Just like in the Joe song. About good girls and picking someonelse's dime.

Had to wade through the mire myself to get my own dream guy.

P.S. he's the inspiration for most of the kinky stuff I write these days. His love is WICKED.

oops, sorry Jaymobb, posted with ur profile by mistake.

How did that happen?

stillwater:

How did that happen?

Was wondering myself. Maybe Jaymobb is the dream guy. . . .

@ Maedan
So you like sci-fi. So do I. It should be fun trying something like that.

Hmmmm. . .lemme see if I can still bring up sth. . .been a long time. . but I'll try

Ok, you guys. . .I just thought this story up. . .hope you know what am talking abt, ig you, dnt, neither do I
It's ok sha. , here it goes


I know not what this feeling is . . . the pound on my fragile chest. I tried so hard to decipher the cause of the heat that is drenching my heart as it beats. Is my heart tired? Is my heart sweating? Lubb dubb, is the lil soldier allowed such sounds in its trench?
Why is the heart allowed to beat, even so when it’s broken?
Each day, each hour of every minute, I constructed a fort to guard it, to protect it from pain. With each stone, I gave it the power to fight off fire and ice. With 19 years war, long and well fought, with many that tried, yet many failed . . . but only one remains.
Suddenly, each stones trembled and fall at the quake of a man, not just any man. How? With neither a sword nor an arrow, with neither power nor strength, the man commanded my walls. Each stones rudely awakened the earth. Who is he? Moreover, why has he come? Am I the pawn or is he the price? Will I become his damsel or he the hostage?
I felt the burning, the heat, the longing to belong to him.
What could this heat possibly be, and why am I drenched in it?
It’s so sweet, yet it promise pain. It’s bright, yet it promises darkness. .
But I do not want to be free. . . .

here he is looking at the door.
filled with promises of fur
yet no strength to move the knob
for in his skin all bones have gone numb
'i must have heard wrong' he moaned

crazylegs:

Was wondering myself. Maybe Jaymobb is the dream guy. . . .

@ Maedan
So you like sci-fi. So do I. It should be fun trying something like that.

@stillwater
I dunno, pls help me ask admin, but I guess I forgot to log in properly before posting, and jaymobb must have 4gotten to log out! Mayb i'm just an internet klutz !

@crazylegs
jaymobb d dream guy? No way! I've hooked me a Kanye West lookalike, great personality, and fantastic in the sheets.
Okay, enough bragging, yes I love sci-fi, and I'm only an amateur, just trying my hand. Pls, any authentic sci-fi-ers, stand up b4 i unwittingly kill the genre!!!

morenike09:

Ok, you guys. . .I just thought this story up. . .hope you know what am talking about, ig you, dnt, neither do I
It's ok sha. , here it goes


I know not what this feeling is . . . the pound on my fragile chest. I tried so hard to decipher the cause of the heat that is drenching my heart as it beats. Is my heart tired? Is my heart sweating? Lubb dubb, is the little soldier allowed such sounds in its trench?
Why is the heart allowed to beat, even so when it’s broken?
Each day, each hour of every minute, I constructed a fort to guard it, to protect it from pain. With each stone, I gave it the power to fight off fire and ice. With 19 years war, long and well fought, with many that tried, yet many failed . . . but only one remains.
Suddenly, each stones trembled and fall at the quake of a man, not just any man. How? With neither a sword nor an arrow, with neither power nor strength, the man commanded my walls. Each stones rudely awakened the earth. Who is he? Moreover, why has he come? Am I the pawn or is he the price? Will I become his damsel or he the hostage?
I felt the burning, the heat, the longing to belong to him.
What could this heat possibly be, and why am I drenched in it?
It’s so sweet, yet it promise pain. It’s bright, yet it promises darkness. .
But I do not want to be free. . . .

You must be free ooo, whether you like it or not

morenike09:

Ok, you guys. . .I just thought this story up. . .hope you know what am talking about, ig you, dnt, neither do I
It's ok sha. , here it goes


I know not what this feeling is . . . the pound on my fragile chest. I tried so hard to decipher the cause of the heat that is drenching my heart as it beats. Is my heart tired? Is my heart sweating? Lubb dubb, is the little soldier allowed such sounds in its trench?
Why is the heart allowed to beat, even so when it’s broken?
Each day, each hour of every minute, I constructed a fort to guard it, to protect it from pain. With each stone, I gave it the power to fight off fire and ice. With 19 years war, long and well fought, with many that tried, yet many failed . . . but only one remains.
Suddenly, each stones trembled and fall at the quake of a man, not just any man. How? With neither a sword nor an arrow, with neither power nor strength, the man commanded my walls. Each stones rudely awakened the earth. Who is he? Moreover, why has he come? Am I the pawn or is he the price? Will I become his damsel or he the hostage?
I felt the burning, the heat, the longing to belong to him.
What could this heat possibly be, and why am I drenched in it?
It’s so sweet, yet it promise pain. It’s bright, yet it promises darkness. .
But I do not want to be free. . . .

Very poetic.
For something u "just thought up", it's pretty nice. I liked the "Lubb dubb, is the little soldier allowed such sounds in
its trench?" part. Deep. You have me quoting u like Shakespeare already. Carry go joooo

i am amzed at the intellectual components of some of our nairalanders, naija folks are brilliant people

“Hmmmnn, Oh my God” she moans sinking her teeth once again into the warm, toasty piece. “ This is too good”. Tokoni watched from the corner of her eye thinking, “she’s going to choke on those one of these days”. Temisa drinks milk from a glass. “How’s that weight loss thing going?” she asks in between mouthfuls. Tokoni feigned a smile and said, “It’s going great, I’m on the Wister program now”. Inwardly she fumed. At 28, she measured 6 feet tall and weighed 300 pounds. Temisan, her twin sister, was 6 feet tall too but a paltry 165 pounds.

stillwater:

You must be free ooo, whether you like it or not

LOL!! who said I was the speaker? I could have been talking abt anybody

maedan:

Very poetic.
For something u "just thought up", it's pretty nice. I liked the "Lubb dubb, is the little soldier allowed such sounds in
its trench?" part. Deep. You have me quoting u like Shakespeare already. Carry go joooo

LOL!! thanks

That was touching.

wow! this is really a nice thread. away from all the niggling and naggling. good one. enjoyed the stories and truly, nigeria si full of serious talent. kudos to you all.

well, here's my attempt.

Call it coincidence or freaky coincidence.

She had just been tapping her feet to the music blaring from the loudspeaker across the road. The singer was one of those new kids on the block screaming off with his gutsy voice , " E ba mi kigbe ole o, ole, ole, ole". The rythm was nice and she was enjoying it while waiting for the man to pack her goods.

The next thing she knew, she was the cynosure of all eyes, with everyone wondering why the heck she was screaming. She heard herself yelling, "
E ba mi kigbe ole o, ole o, ole", pointing to the western end of the market. For alas, her bag had just been snatched!

@nikinash

yep, it's freaky coincidence. Great for a quick laff!

I liked the originality, which is what drabble is all about. What it should be. This thread is sooo getting better.

A quick reminder to every1 that it really has to be just 100 words, according to the original poster . Peace.

maedan:


A quick reminder to everyone that it really has to be just 100 words, according to the original poster . Peace.

Thank you Maedan. Tell them whats up.

Er. . . but since I started the thread I'm the only one allowed to break the rule

I was actually going to put one that was 150 words before I saw your post . Its been whittled down to 110. Any more whittling and it would disappear. Just this twice

The tingling at the back of my neck told me something wasn’t right. Entering my flat after a hard day it was pitch black, but I sensed there were nine of them and where they stood. Blood would flow but none of it would be mine.

In a swift motion I whipped my Beretta92 and started firing. I didn’t need to put on the lights. I’m that bad. . .

Flicking on the lights I stared blankly at “Surprise! Happy Birthday!” banners. . . and a freaking BIRTHDAY CAKE! I’m no genius but I knew something was wrong. . .

P.S.
Clap for me. I actually got it to 100 words.

LOL!!! Sorry guys for going over 100 words. . didn't see that

.

Bravo! Bravo!! Bravo!!!

4HER, CRAZYLEGS, HOLA2NG, MAEDEN, NIKINASH, AYINBA1, MORENIKE09, OJUKWU_RSG, DHARMIE, ARIBLAZE.

Thanks guys, that made for a wonderful read. I think we should have a compilation of these, we'll call it. . .

DRABBLES FROM nairaland

Rescue Me

He tugs my hair.

Twists my arm.

Bends my knees.

He drags me to the bathroom

Pushes my head down into the sink

Scalding water burns my scalp

He laughs. Not a peep I make.

He pulls me up by my wet hair.

I feel stands pop out of my scalp.

“You likey? Want another?

Into the toilet my head goes.

Laughter and flushing sound echo in my ears.

Suddenly the door opens.

My rescuer bursts in.

He gasps, tries to hide but it’s too late. . . he’s been caught.

“Moooooom! Dayo is playing with my doll again!!!”

wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! that was hot! I liked the ending. . that was a surprise ending!

The night was warm and quiet. I turned down the blaring music in my car, afraid to wake up the neighborhood. The streetlights shone on me like stage lights. It tickled me to think what was ahead. She was waiting for me and I was more than ready, more than willing tonight. I felt devious, hiding in the shadows as I rang her bell. This secret affair, love forbidden filled my blood stream with a rush that I couldn’t ignore. She opened the door with a grin on her face, an unspoken communication. I had to hold myself back from wrapping her in my arms, ripping her clothes off and mounting her. Raging with pure lust, and unmistakable passion - all were a mask of my love for her. I walked in nonchalantly, made my way to the living room and positioned myself comfortably on the couch. I wanted to make her wait, drive up her blood pressure. Instead she teased me with her body movements and like a song I swayed to her rhythm. . .



I'll stop there before it gets R rated. lol

wow!! stephen, that was just too good!1 seriously, you're a good writer/poet. . . plz, continue o. , I need to be corrupted!

Oga stephen!Oga stephen!!Oga stephen!!!
U dis boy, i will tell seun to ban you from this site because you are just too much. i love your dimples

4Her:

wow!! stephen, that was just too good!1 seriously, you're a good writer/poet. . . plz, continue o. , I need to be corrupted!

LOL! Thanks. It's more that 100 words so I can't do that. Plus I suspect it'll get way too steamy.

tope2000:

Oga stephen!Oga stephen!!Oga stephen!!!
You this boy, i will tell seun to ban you from this site because you are just too much. i love your dimples

ROFL! Please don't! I have no comeback name yet.

No comeback name ke? u should try poet, fineboy, dimples pls make i stop for hia b4 i start speaking in tongues.

lol

@4Her
Thank you. . .lol.


@StephenP

*Fanning self*
Ay! Yi! Yi!. . .that was. . . *takes deep breath*. . .oh my goodness. Is it. . is it getting hot in here or is just me? I'm still recovering from Maeden's. . . only for you to come throw a wrench in the process. So you can write this, ehn? I am sooooo telling Ariblaze on you. You looked the other way when he was searching for writers to continue the story he started.

I tell ya. . .it's always the innocent looking ones, the butter-won't-melt-in-my-mouth ones who

I am loving this so much, it should be illegal.

THANKS EVERYONE FOR CONTRIBUTING!!!