Since ASUU and the FG has considered what is best for us is to stay at home so I decided to put my keypads and fingers to work to write out a short story Titled 'THE HUNTER'.....like they say an idle hand is the devils's workshop

Criticisms will always be welcome....but before you criticise you must know that I am not a writer




There was a hunter in the forest called igbo dudu(dark bush), who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After a what seemed like hours, he came across a small hut in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was suprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.

Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the hut had no portraits, only windows.

Okay. Let's see what you've got.