How can someone go through so much hatred and hardship alone, hian....people can be wicked sha, weldone Mizquote, more inspirations.....i hope and pray her daughter won't thread her path sha.

Great piece, which that there was a way you could sell this

nice story mizquote All the way

Nyc write up, kip it coming

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the devil in her urged her on.

they seem to be a battle between the good and the bad in her..

the good won.
she picked the pot and started heading to a gutter behind her house with the intention of throwing the whole pot of poisoned soup.

she knew this will cause her beating, serious one but she went on.

fate had a hand in what happened next.

fate archetectured by the devil.
when she got there, she saw her father brushing his teeth.

their eyes met.

her mind blanked.

her heart broke.

her father gave her a mean look.

his eyes went to the pot.

he dropped his tooth brush on the short fence behind him and commanded her to bring the pot.

his voice sounded so mean, wicked and violet.

her hands began to shake when he asked her what she was doing with his pot of soup close to the gutter.

she couldn't utter a world.

he moved closer.
she stepped back.

he took two steps forward.
she took a step backward.

until she saw lighting.
before she had the sound.
it wasn't on her cheek he slapped her. it was on her nose.


her nose bled terribly.
her eyes were closed but she knew she was bleeding profusely.


she wanted to die.
she blamed her self.
she could hear the devil mocking sneers.

oh!

the pot was still secured in her hands.

her top was soaked with her blood.

he dragged the pot from her hands.

he dragged her by her hair.

he pulled at it with all his strength.

her eyes were still closed.

not a single tear dropped...

she didn't struggle, she obediently went with him.

until he pulled his belt and lashed her. she felt the head of the belt hit her chest.
he kept screaming.

'you must die today'
'thief'
'useless girl'
'witch'
'devil'
'I must kill you today'

'daughter of Jezebel'.

even though he made so much noise.
none of his children came out to her rescue. they all abandoned her.
she taught she would die.
he kept flogging until her skin peeled.
when he was through. she stood up and staggered away battered.
her skin was thoroughly injured. her body was messed with her own blood.
she had no strength. but she knew something. it shall end today. she glanced at the pot of soup and was grateful her father did stop her.

even if she was tired to death. she must prepare breakfast for the family.

mizquote, when i began reading this thread my heart beats faster, my eyes were wet until you said that the story is victious.

you are a talented writter, I have a prize for you, keep it up dear!

merry xmas to u mizquote

nimat158:
merry xmas to u mizquote

tanx sweet heart.

mizquote:


tanx sweet heart.

Dnt 4get my chicken o

nimat158:
Dnt 4get my chicken o

u re invited to my house.

she managed to put her broken battered body together.

she urged herself not to relent, not to give up to despair and self pity.

she had no idea of what will become of her after today. her future was blank.


she went to the kitchen and put water for the cassava flour.

even as she was, her brother had come to scream at her, asking her why she had delayed in preparing breakfast.

Yeah.... Misquote is on fire o... Wasn't expecting anoda update today

mizquote:

u re invited to my house.

Oya gv me d addres

nice ryt up

soon enough..
the water began to boil.

she made the cassava flour into a nice breakfast. the texture was the finest.

she took the meal into the kitchen and went to wash plates for the household.

one of her sisters came out to inform her that she shouldn't have breakfast yet as the food won't be enough for the family.

she nodded.

not long after, her father told her she shouldn't eat anything as part of his punishment to her for stealing.

she nodded, without looking at him.

she carried the washed plate to the kitchen and began sharing the food as she usually does.

this wasn't the last supper.
it was the last breakfast.

NOT THE LAST SUPPER buh THE LAST BREAKFAST..... I love the above

MizQuote, you are a talented writer . I don't think you should be giving us this piece of jewel for free. You can make a lotta quids from this. You are awesome. But since you already halfway, I am waiting for the update. By the way, could you please go on a dinner with me?

she shared the food.

plate by plate..
she arranged it, the soup by the cassava meal.

she had being asked not to partake in the breakfast. they wanted to fill their stomach first.

they wanted to satisfy their needs without asking her if she needed anything.

she smiled sadly as she remembered how she bled on her period, she couldn't afford sanitary towels, in fact she never had that luxury.

even Timothy who shared her bed.
who partook in her body.

who took her innocence forcefully. couldn't spare her a little change to get sanitary towel.

she was mocked instead.
she was sneered at.
she was told she smelt like rotten meat.

in all that, she never paid evil for evil.

she let a tear drop.

it dropped into the plate of food of her dad.

she took a plate of food and smelt it, it had no obvious smell of its major content.

she arranged the food in a tray.
neatly as she usually does.

she carried the tray to the sitting room.

the devil in her let out a small laugh.
the good in her wore a big frown.

in all she was indifferent.
she walked like a zombie into the room.

there she met them.

they were discussing something but all stopped as she stepped in.
she always had that effect on them. she felt like an alien.
she gently dropped the food on the table. she turned to leave when the second son called her.
she turned. she did that so slowly she felt controlled. her eyes were unusually big and wide. it was red. scary red.
the atmosphere emitted a kind aura. they all perceived it but couldn't place a finger on what it was exactly.
they thought at once that she looked weird but no one admitted it to the other.
they all had a nightmare. none discussed it with the other.

they all laughed loudly over nothing.

the father had a dream last night where he saw his wife, he was in a cemetery.


his wife looked mean, he was scared and felt something like weeds on him.

she began to walk towards him, he tried to run but his legs were heavy, they felt tired.

when she came nearer, he tried to scream.

his mind felt stuffed.

until she brought out a bladelike knife.
it was shiny and looked sharp.

she stabbed him,
he felt the pain for a moment.

immediately the knife entered his stomach,
his wife changed to his adopted daughter.

he woke up.

hi Miss

what more can I say. they've said it all, just lemme know when d book will b confirmed and ready to b published, for my kind contribution, hey don't say no.

good one.

thanks everyone for your contributions..
more comments will be appreciated.

Stop updating like a slice bread make d updates a big loaf of bread u know what I mean. Nice work.

he was sweaty.
he was angry with her and swore to deal with her heinously.

he picked his bottle of dry gin and slept.

********


Timothy also had a dream.
his was a week before the day.


in the dream, he saw himself barefooted.
he was a bit smaller than usual.

he saw himself sneaking to her room. he tiptoed inside.

he realized her room was dark.
he wanted to urgently have s;ex with her, he could feel his er:ection, it was very big and dangling.


he went towards her mat,
it wasn't dark anymore, he noticed something laying, covered like a corpse.

from head to toe.
he moved nearer,
and nearer.

one step at a time.
then he uncovered her.

it wasn't her but bones. it looked like a decayed dead body.

he was so scared in the dream, his heart thundered.

he turned to run and saw her, she was with a big knife.
she stretched her hand and dismembered his manhood.

blood gushed.
he let out a huge scream.
and woke up.

she served the food and left.

she went back to the kitchen and brought her father's plate, she added more soup in his plate.

she knew he liked a lot of soup with his cassava meal.

at that moment.
she didn't think of the effect of the food on them.
death didn't cross her mind.

she just knew deep within her this would be her last day in this house.

she had no friends.
no parents,
no money,
no clothes,
no food,
no hope of shelter,
no hope for the future.

but one thing was sure.
surer than life itself.

she knew, she was going to leave the house today.

never, ever to return.
no looking back.

else she turns into a pillar of salt.
like lots wife, who looked back.

plz longer update biko

some people in this life have passed through this. lady more ink to your pen.