Hi,

My name is Misty

I'm currently a student of university of Ibadan

I'm passionate about reading and writing

Whatever you're about to read is me trying to get my sea legs

Constructive criticisms are welcomed

Thank you

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HUNGER

Ayoba pulled Mama by the hem of her dress
"I'm hungry" he said for the third time that day
Mama turned her eyes ,so Ayoba wouldn't see the tear drop
How does she explain to 5 year Ayoba that there is no food
The older children could still bear the pangs of hunger
But not Ayoba for he was too young to understand
Mama and Agbeke, the first born glanced at each other
Mama could see despair, desperation and determination in the eyes of Agbeke
Agbeke could see the pain of a single mother struggling with 4 children,
The woes and trails Mama had and is still facing
And she thought to herself
"I'll get this money through hook or crook , mama won't suffer for long" .
She looked at her immediate sister Amope and felt ashamed for herself
Amope does her best by ensuring meal gets to the table
Amope helps Mama with the little she gets from her lover Obasare
At 17 , Amope had seen life's bitter face
While she the oldest one contributed nothing , only if she could do something to protect Mama and the kids.
Ayoba screamed this time "Mama I'm hungry"
Agbeke glanced at Jire the third child also a male
Agbeke could see his bones through his body
Jire was trying hard not to show how hungry he was
But the hunger could be seen in his eyes
Ayoba walked to Agbeke and said "Aunty Agbeke , I'm hungry"
Agbeke pulled Ayoba by his hand "Let's go" ,Agbeke said
Agbeke hoped Iya Rakia will sell Garri on debit again for them
With that hope, Agbeke and Ayoba walked into the sunset.


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MISTY

Nice one. Continue dearie

CRUSHED

The room was getting colder as midnight approached
The candle light casted a dim glow in the room
Grace sat on the only chair in the single room apartment, lost in thoughts
She remembered how it all started , it brought a smile to her face
Arinze breezed into her life , bringing a whirlwind of emotions
She remembered the first day he spoke to her ,after crushing on him for so many years
His first words were "Mind if I borrow your pen" , while they were registering for their 200 level courses .
The words were like magic to her ears
You see, she grew up with Arinze , he lived next door but he never noticed her
Lady luck smiled on her , when Arinze picked the same university and also the same course as her
She quickly borrowed him the pen with a smile
After registration , he returned the pen saying "I'm Arinze but my friends call me Rinzo"
They exchanged numbers , everything else was a haze after that
One thing led to another , and she was right here at this moment
She patted her bulging stomach , and smiled
She was 5 months gone , she could feel her son's kicks now
She had a name for him already "Chigozie"
Chigozie would be a strong boy ,she could feel it and she was happy
She ensured she ate good food to make him healthy
She thought of Arinze again , the moment he denied all relationship with her
She thought of her parents , throwing her out of the house saying she had shamed them
That was 5 months ago
"It won't be too long now Chigozie ", she said aloud , " greet grandma Nene for me" she continued
She picked the twisted iron hanger from the table and smiled
Finally it was time.


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MISTY

ABRUPT

Ivie is what most people consider a "lark" (an early riser)
She wakes up at the crack of dawn , performs her morning routines then head to work
She won the award for the most punctual staff 3 years in a row
At 29, she had everything she desired except a husband
No wonder Osas her friend lectures her every time she calls
But yesterday's call was peculiar , Osas did not have time to give her an earful about dating and marriage
Osas her carefree friend kept babbling about an odd dream she had
"Ivie , I was driving while Ed sheeran's shape of you played in the background , then I stopped when the traffic light turned red, I was nodding appreciatively to the song , I didn't see it coming till I felt the impact , my whole world shooked, a truck driving at full throttle rammed into my car, my life flashed before my very eyes ,Ivie I saw my lifeless body in the car, it was a gory sight Ivie " said Osas , describing her dream to Ivie .
Ivie wasn't one to believe in the supernatural or mystic hullabaloo , so she laughed at Osas on the phone
"What's funny ,I'm telling you I'm going to die soon and you're laughing " said Osas angrily
'You know I don't believe in all this balderdash , so it's funny to me , you probably watched an horror movie , hence the dream", Ivie replied
"No, I did not" countered Osas
"Okay okay, chill out will ya , I'm sorry , you know what ,I'll buy your dream " she said laughing, then Osas hung up angrily
Ivie was deep in thought about the conversation with her friend while returning home for work after an hectic day
She pulled the car over at a stop sign , then looked out of the car window at a disc shop where Ed sheeran's shape of you was playing over the sound systems , she nodded her head in tune to the music
Then she saw the truck
"Oh shit I bought the wrong dream " she said
Then everything went dark.



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MISTY

NICE. give me more

TWO-FACED

Rotimi !!! Rotimi !!!
Rotimi looked at Imitor , "come on, let's go, mum is calling"
Rotimi and Imitor have been friends ever since they were 5
Imitor and Rotimi are contrasting opposite
Where Rotimi was timid , gentle and easy going, Imitor was bellicose, arrogant and reckless
So many times Imitor had done stuffs and Rotimi had always been the one to be blamed
Like that time when they were 6 and Imitor had left the gas on when mum and dad went out or the time when they were 15 and Imitor raped the cook's daughter
Mum had cried and pleaded with cook not to press charges and the issue was swept under the rug
Rotimi was always the one to be punished , only if mum and dad could realize it was Imitor's fault and not his
Now they were 18 and Imitor was a force to be reckoned with , always causing mishaps
Imitor's recent mischief was sure to put him in trouble big time
A lecturer had been disturbing Imitor's girlfriend for a long time, always pestering her for sex in exchange for grades
After much pressure , Imitor's girlfriend Bidemi had succumbed to the lecturer's wiles
That got Imitor pissed off so bad that he sneaked into the lecturer's home , tortured him then killed him while Rotimi stood at the sidelines watching
Rotimi!!! Rotimi!!! Rotimi!!!!
Mama called again
Imitor glanced at Rotimi , "let's run away fella" he said , "we still got time"
"No, we are not running away , you'll face the music this time" Rotimi replied adamantly
"Okay, as you wish fella, but don't say I didn't warn you" , Imitor mocked
They went down the stairs where Mum and the police officers stood
"That's him" , Mum said with a despondent face , pointing at Rotimi
Rotimi looked at his mum surprised
"Mum it's not me , I swear it's not me , it's Imitor again" Rotimi explained
Mum grabbed him by the shoulder
"Can't you see son , you need help"
"There is no Imitor".



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MISTY

kwantinue,I'm following
Hope that's not all

Misty I gat your back..

mistytohcute:
Hi,

My name is Misty

I'm currently a student of university of Ibadan

I'm passionate about reading and writing

Whatever you're about to read is me trying to get my sea legs

Constructive criticisms are welcomed

Thank you

My name is Mixty!
Nobody else is allowed to use that name or variation of that name on Nairaland except me!
Well... you caught my attention. I will read your stories later and drop my comments.
Enjoy

Looking forward to your collection of short stories. You'd make a great story teller.

Misty.. One of AWO Hall.. Future V.P.. Ijaya gbogbo UI.. Ride on Dear...

. Temperamental.. Getting rid of..
Eiya.

Thank you for the support everybody, I really appreciate

I made front page , I'm so excited

olatunji21:
Misty.. One of AWO Hall.. Future V.P.. Ijaya gbogbo UI.. Ride on Dear...

Greatest uite... So, Misty is a uite too.. Make sense..

Beautiful Literature Prowess. I'm Moved By Rotimi's Split Personality Issue. Sad.

BETRAYED

Diana moved graciously, turning in rhythm, then sliding down the pole to the applause of the audience
She smiled at the men , "not very long now" she thought to herself
6 years she had been working in this hell hole for Dimtri
Dimtri "the loan shark" , whom her parents had her exchanged her to in order to pay their debts
She casted a knowing glance at Paula and smiled
Paula was introduced into Dimtri's prostitution ring 2 years ago
Diana had immediately took Paula under wings for she reminded her of her own younger sister
Paula was the reason Diana even considered escaping from Dimitri
So she had conceived an escape plan for both of them
She went over the details again this morning with Paula
" When the last customer for the night had left and the other girls had retired to their rooms
They will make their way to the tunnel underneath the club using the guards 3 min break to run from the club to the tunnel
They will make it to the exit at the end of the tunnel
After that , it was home run to freedom "
Paula had assured her that, there was a latch that could be open from within at the end of the tunnel
Paula had been the one that suggested using the tunnel as an exit
Diana smiled at the thoughts of escaping while still moving to the audience approval.
2 hours later
Diana heaved a sign of relief when the last customer left the building and the other girls retired to their rooms
She waited for 30 min then went in search of Paula
She found Paula set and ready to go
They quickly moved towards the tunnel and were walking stealthily in order to avoid attention
All of a sudden , they heard noises and thundering footsteps above them
Dimtri's voice could be heard loudly "go after them idiots, they mustn't escape"
At this point, Diana and Paula intensified their steps , running fastly now as the footsteps got closer
They arrived at the tunnel and Diana switched on the flashlight to reveal the latch
She turned and looked at Paula
Paula smiled and winked
Diana turned back
"There was no latch"
The footsteps got closer.



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MISTY

You asked for constructive criticisms.

I read all your stories and I'm impressed.

I would love to give a list of critiques. However, I fear the critiques will get in the way of what's truly important.

And you know what that is?

The most important way to improve your writing is to write and publish a lot.

Keep writing.

Keep creating new stories and all these things - technique, fame, style, money... will come to you.

I'll encourage you to read more short stories by other authors as well.

As you read, you'll get ideas for stories. Pause your reading, write and post them here.

Ignore people who say that you copied.

Ask them (if you like,) to give you just one completely original product that Apple has released in the last 20 years.

I leave you with this single idea to improve your writing.

>Dimtri "the loan shark" ,

Dimtri, "the loan shark,"

>"There is no Imitor".

"There is no Imitor."

Get it? The the quotation mark swallows any punctuation immediately after it.

Again, ignore every feedback, idea, criticism, advice, person... that will stop you from giving us more stories. Yes, that includes from me.

Cheers.

vezycash:
You asked for constructive criticisms.

I read all your stories and I'm impressed.

I would love to give a list of critiques. However, I fear the critiques will get in the way of what's truly important.

And you know what that is?

The most important way to improve your writing is to write and publish a lot.

Keep writing.

Keep creating new stories and all these things - technique, fame, style, money... will come to you.

I'll encourage you to read more short stories by other authors as well.

As you read, you'll get ideas for stories. Pause your reading, write and post them here.

Ignore people who say that you copied.

Ask them (if you like,) to give you just one completely original product that Apple has released in the last 20 years.

I leave you with this single idea to improve your writing.

>Dimtri "the loan shark" ,

Dimtri, "the loan shark,"

>"There is no Imitor".

"There is no Imitor."

Get it? The the quotation mark swallows any punctuation immediately after it.

Again, ignore every feedback, idea, criticism, advice, person... that will stop you from giving us more stories. Yes, that includes from me.

Cheers.

thank you very much , I totally appreciate this

Well done

I KILLED HER

I killed her
I laughed maniacally , yes I have killed her
I grabbed her lifeless body from the damp floor , her eyes were a frozen expression of horror
Yes, indeed I have killed her
I had invited her over for the weekend
She didn't want to come , but I insisted
I told her it will be fun , she reluctantly agreed
I introduced her to Batife (my new friend)
I and Deremi have been friends since primary 1 when they moved down the street
Her parents took me as their second child , if only they had known I would eventually be the cause of her death , they would have certainly blacklisted me
I and Deremi practically did everything together
But all this changed when Batife moved in next door
I fell in love with Batife instantly , I could see myself in Batife
We became friends within the blink of an eye
I forgot all about Deremi , it's like she didn't exist at all
I did everything with Batife , she is the twin I never had
Deremi confronted me last week in school , she kept crying that I had forgotten her
Deep in my heart , I felt a twinge of pity for her
So I invited her over to Batife's family house for the weekend
It was going to be an amazing weekend
I had plan every single detail
I killed her
I laughed insanely again
We arrived at Batife's family house but it was empty
I asked her why , she said her grandparents had a little emergency and will be back tomorrow morning ,
Now that I recall, I've never met her parents or any family member , they were always out of town
I was happy , we had the whole house to ourselves
We gisted about everything , boys , school , parents , celebrities etc
I looked at Deremi , she was happy (At least she was happy for a while before she died)
Then we retired to our individual rooms at past 10
Everything changed at 12am
We heard a loud noise that shooked the whole house , then everything went silent
The events that happened next led to Deremi's death
I looked at her body once again, blood was still oozing out of her chest where the knife had been plunged in
I killed this beautiful girl
Why? Just because she was my friend
I continued laughing while I pulled Deremi's deceased body to my chest
She is dead , now it's my turn
I looked up at Batife , her pyjamas was sodden with blood ,Deremi's blood
She had the crazed look again and she still had the knife
She moved towards me.



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MISTY

mistytohcute:
I KILLED HER

I killed her
I laughed maniacally , yes I have killed her
I grabbed her lifeless body from the damp floor , her eyes were a frozen expression of horror
Yes, indeed I have killed her
I had invited her over for the weekend
She didn't want to come , but I insisted
I told her it will be fun , she reluctantly agreed
I introduced her to Batife (my new friend)
I and Deremi have been friends since primary 1 when they moved down the street
Her parents took me as their second child , if only they had known I would eventually be the cause of her death , they would have certainly blacklisted me
I and Deremi practically did everything together
But all this changed when Batife moved in next door
I fell in love with Batife instantly , I could see myself in Batife
We became friends within the blink of an eye
I forgot all about Deremi , it's like she didn't exist at all
I did everything with Batife , she is the twin I never had
Deremi confronted me last week in school , she kept crying that I had forgotten her
Deep in my heart , I felt a twinge of pity for her
So I invited her over to Batife's family house for the weekend
It was going to be an amazing weekend
I had plan every single detail
I killed her
I laughed insanely again
We arrived at Batife's family house but it was empty
I asked her why , she said her grandparents had a little emergency and will be back tomorrow morning ,
Now that I recall, I've never met her parents or any family member , they were always out of town
I was happy , we had the whole house to ourselves
We gisted about everything , boys , school , parents , celebrities etc
I looked at Deremi , she was happy (At least she was happy for a while before she died)
Then we retired to our individual rooms at past 10
Everything changed at 12am
We heard a loud noise that shooked the whole house , then everything went silent
The events that happened next led to Deremi's death
I looked at her body once again, blood was still oozing out of her chest where the knife had been plunged in
I killed this beautiful girl
Why? Just because she was my friend
I continued laughing while I pulled Deremi's deceased body to my chest
She is dead , now it's my turn
I looked up at Batife , her pyjamas was sodden with blood ,Deremi's blood
She had the crazed look again and she still had the knife
She moved towards me.



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MISTY

misty indeed

Sorry dear, but is this a full story or a short write-up about the stories you've written? I dont understand

Chumzypinky:
Sorry dear, but is this a full story or a short write-up about the stories you've written? I dont understand

short stories

THE HALF-WIT


Maximilian Maxwell McPhee (Spider) III made his way along the dingy alley
He pulled his coat over his ears and squinted his eyes to peer over the darkness
It was a cold and dreary night, "perfect for murder" he thought to himself
He had been short of clients for the past year which made his father and grandfather disappointed in him that he couldn't uphold the family's honor
They were reputed killers, hitmen, assassins or whatever title you could think to call men who take lives for a price
He was happy to get this contract for he will finally prove his worth to his father and grandfather
The job : "kill Mary Sara Brown"
Getting the contract was the hardest , everything else was easy peasy
He had searched records and found the address of Mary S. Brown
He kicked a stone and hummed a happy tune as he walked to Mary's house
"So much for calling me an idiot pa" he thought to himself , "I'm going to make you proud"
He slowed down as he reached Mary's wicket fence , he looked left and right to see if he was being watched or not but the street was empty
Then he stealthily moved to Mary's doorstep , from the doorstep he could hear loud snoring
"Mary is a heavy sleeper", luck was smiling his way, "this is too easy" he smiled
He picked the lock and opened the door with caution
The room was brightly lit , making it easy to locate the stairs
The snores led him to her room , he opened the bedroom door and could see her lying on a tousled bed , an unfinished drink on the nightstand
He covered her mouth with an adhesive tape as her eyes flew open in confusion then panic
He bounded her feet and hands to keep her from struggling
Then he looked at her clearly , she was one ugly hag , too old for the age given in the contract (28)
He shrugged , that's none of his business , his concern was to get the job done
He went to work , he had to make her death look like suicide
An hour later , he was done
He straightened his coat , packed his tools and looked at Mary's deceased body on the bed
He smiled , and patted himself on the back for a job well done
He made his way across the room and was about opening the door when an envelope on the bedside table caught his eye
It was a letter addressed to MARY SUE BROWN.



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MISTY

Too Bad 4 The Lady, A Terrible Mistake On The Part Of The So-called Professional Assasin. Good Stories

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THE VOICE

I watched the new couple move in next door , they were both young and in love
I felt a pang of envy (when was I going to find my Mr Right , heck I'm even ready to drag Mr Left to the Right )
That's how frustrated I was over my relationship status , and it's all because of my feminist views that I couldn't hang on to a man
But hell would freeze over before I changed my perspectives over a mere man.
Two months after the couple moved in , my fairy tale illusion of their marriage broke
They were always fighting, hurling expletives , insults and threats at each other
I had heard the husband in his deep booming voice, more times than I could count threaten to kill his wife
The feminist in me sprung up on such occasions , I wish I could barge in , swords drawn(ninja style) to confront the husband
I felt bad for the woman , then I decided to do something about it
I talked to Balqees from work about the scenario at home and how I would knock down the door , the next time the husband threatens to kill his wife but Balqees objected , saying I had no right to interfere , since it's a family matter.
Last night the fight moved on to a whole new level , I could hear the husband in his deep booming voice threaten to kill his wife again , and I could hear things being thrown then utmost silence
The next day , I saw the wife disposing refuse , I was glad she made it through the night
That Evening , when I came back from work , the drive way was filled with cars Apparently the husband died over night
The feminist in me was happy the woman won the battle, perhaps she finally summoned the courage to kill her husband before he could kill her
At the funeral , I walked up to the wife to express my condolences
"Thank you", she replied in a DEEP BOOMING VOICE.



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MISTY

wow! I didn't expect that

Time to dust the cobwebs

mistytohcute:
Time to dust the cobwebs

WELCOME BACK!!!!!!! appy new year