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It was late in the night, around 1:00 AM, and I was tossing about on the bed, from left to right in my sky blue mini nightgown. My husband was supposed to be back that very night, we planned on celebrating our anniversary the next day but he called earlier to tell me his flight had been canceled.

Maybe I couldn't sleep because of how deeply I missed him. I hadn't been without him for a month since our four years of being married. Or maybe, I couldn't sleep because of the noise persistently echoing from the sitting room, downstairs.

"I thought I turned off the TV?" I said as if chiding myself as I sluggishly got out of the bed.

Finally, I got to the sitting room and I turned out to be right - the Television was inactive just as I hinted I did earlier.

What then was I hearing? I turned on the lights in the sitting room and that was when I noticed there were footprints made with wine on the dining table.

Yeah, I had some wine that evening but I for sure didn't walk on the table with wine on my feet.

Slowly but steadily, I got closer to the table. The liquid was thicker than I thought, it wasn't wine, it was blood.

"What!" I screamed! My heart almost jumped out of my mouth. I stood stunned for a while with my knees knocking against each other. Fear and anxiety took a hold completely over me.

"Stacy! Stacy!"

I called out to my chef twice before I remembered that she was on leave. I gave her the week off. After all, she was only around to handle affairs of the house that I wasn't disposed to handle. Now that my husband was out on a business trip, I almost didn't need her. Prior to my husband's scheduled return, I asked her to enjoy the week doing whatever she wants and to return the following day, the beginning of a new week, which my husband was initially scheduled to be back home by then.

I felt it was some kind of bad dream. I watched a lot of scary, horrifying movies and even my husband warned me against it. I pinched myself:

"Ouch!" It wasn't a dream.

I tried to get out of the mansion. I didn't know what had happened, or whose blood it was on the table. It was just I and the gateman in the mansion.

"Yes! The gateman!" I needed to get to him but as I got closer to the door, I saw a figure in a very thick black garment approaching the door at the same pace as I was, very quickly.

I pivoted as the figure struggled to gain entry into the house. To make things difficult for the yet unidentified figure, I decided to add the bolt to the lock.

I got to the door and I could not see anyone, it was as if it vanished. Abruptly, I felt a cool breeze grease my skin - the windows were opened. No way, I didn't leave the windows unlocked. Immediately, the lights began to fluctuate, going off and coming on.

At one point, the lights stood still and whatever was terrifying me was standing right in front of me....

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A short story (not more than 4k words) I'm cooking just for fun. It's a fairly tale and centers on a 15 years old girl - Levinda Tale who visits her maternal ancestral home - FairyTale Town.
Prior to her visitation, magic had been nothing but a mere fallacy to her, but now she finds out that it exists, and she shares an Integral part of it.
I may drop it once I'm done

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A boy gets back from school and walks into the sitting room. He is about 11 years old, and his face is all gloomy. His dad notices the distraught look on his face, so he pauses whatever program he's watching to ask what was wrong.

"I did something wrong the other day to three of my friends at school. Although I'm sorry, two of them still refuse to speak with me. Maybe they didn't like me in the first place:"

The boy said.

His dad keeps staring at him after this little confession. Dad was happy his son accepts his faults and didn't try to shield himself from it. He lets his boy eat and take a nap, then in the evening he takes him out to a nearby eating joint. There, two men are seated in front of their various meal which had insects in both. The first one spots the insect, takes it out and continuie eating. The second spots the insect, call's the attention of the waiter, and even after it is taken out he still refused to consume the meal.

"What lesson did you learn son?" The father asks his son after this demonstration. The adolescent quickly gets the message:

"After a wrong act, they're some that'll take you back, whereas others may still see you as corrupt and contaminated just as the second viewed his food."

Dad tells him "son mistakes must come," but try your best to avoid the ones that can be avoided. Try to be unspotted at all times."

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A man who resided with his family near the coast would always gift his three kids a new wrist watch every year. He did it when they were a year old, two, three... Ten, until they were all adolescents and teenagers respectively. Curiosity struck and they couldn't hesitate asking their dad why he gift's them a watch every new year.
"Time is what controls everything, you lose time, then you face the threat of losing everything. Time is the only thing that defines the present, suggests how the future would be, and if someone was to ask for anything it'd be 'more time.' The watch is only but a reminder of how time should be valued"
That was the Father's reply and it shaped their thinking forever.

Use time wisely on loved ones, important things; we know regret is inevitable in one's lifetime but at least it'll be minimal.

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The mild drizzling of rain drops was heard pelting gently on the body of cars packed on the street. Mrs. Nnena Gareth stood close to her corridor upstairs where she got a better view of the street, patiently anticipating the return of her husband. She hoped to see his vehicle cruising by the street. She had called him several times, but he still hadn't answered any of her calls, neither was there a chance of him returning them. She also sent lots of texts which met the same fate as her calls.
Meanwhile, at Mr. Gareth's company the light in one of the offices was still active. It was Mr. Gareth in his office with his secretary. His fatigued body drafted back on his seat after his infidelity action with his secretary Chika. All through the action his phone kept beeping from lots of text messages. He only had the opportunity to look at them when his double service secretary was on with clothing her body after the glorious moment. He glanced through all the messages one by one, realizing all came from one person - his wife. He definitely knew how worried she'd be. He hastily clothed his bare body, picked up the files he was to sought out at home, and jetted off placing the burden on his mistress to lock the office by herself.
Mr. Gareth got home pretty quick because the roads had become less busy. This was to relate how late it was. He knew it was already approaching midnight. Mrs. Gareth gave a sigh of relief when she spotted his car along the crescent. She tried Controlling the smile on her face but she was all like an eighteen year old teenage girl who just caught sight of her dream man. Gareth already scrutinized himself to ensure he had nothing on him that could impose doubt and suspicion.
"Daddy's home," she said rubbing her protruding tommy; of course she had just entered the fourth month of her first pregnancy. Gareth spotted his wife smiling towards him and with the most innocent face ever seen, he smiled back shamelessly. His dinner was already fixed in a plate on the table, although Nnena preferred calling it breakfast since it was already past twelve. Well, anyhow it goes, it still had to be put to waste because he didn't find eating late as a healthy habit than to talk of eating by that time. She was all over him that night that he could sense her hormones had started acting.
"Won't this be harmful for the baby?" He asked her. "The Doctor said we only compulsorily need to abstain from s*x after 6 months into the pregnancy" this she replied him. Well, he had his shower and still had to perform his marital duty no matter how tired he was. That was a brace for him that night.

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If I die young,

Raise me in the sky at dusk and let the wheels  of time judge my right and wrong 

 Let the cool evening breeze grease my soul when the sun goes down 

Let the stars crystal the tears of loved ones and ease their frown 

Beckon on the retiring evening birds to gather around me and play their melodies

Reminisce our moments of serenity and forever inscribe on your hearts our memories

Kiss the lovely thoughts of our beautiful days when we dined together

Shed a tear upon my corpse and promise of our smiling days to remember

Let the fire flies of the night light up every inch of my graveside

Smile and ease the pain and do not dwell persistently on the wind of the yestertide 


If I die young,

Encircle me and bid me forever goodbye with a warm song 

Stand in the mountainous regions and declare me free from nature's plight

You all chant around in circles and declare the end of a long night...

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Ebony beauty flaunts a smile to the revelation of her teeth as white as snow

She stands under a shady tree in the full moon which enhances her glow

Her Nubian beauty moves my heart in rhyme

Great youthful aestheticism suggest African glamour at its prime

Spotless is her skin with great mimicry to a black diamond

A single gleam towards any man forges the will for a desired bond

She's a maiden bred from the heart of African royalty

The stars that light up the night sky are only close to the imagination of her beauty

Her Ankara beads worship the prowess of her dazzling feet

She's a sensation and under that shady tree our hearts meet

Her thighs are grazed upon by the moonlight

She's meek at heart so she shy's away in fright

The fireflies of the night go in pursuit, lighting up all around her thighs

Lucidly the intertwining of our Paths have been marked out by the sky

There has been a synopsis of our lives before now

Now is the Genesis of this love

As this beautiful African maiden takes a bow

TITLE: LOST LOVE
The jink of her unexpected "No" sent an abrupt look of shock throughout his gloomy face. He was right there on his knees, surrounded by family and friends. Being confused would seem as not so the right word to use. They've had no issues since their 3years of courtship. Moreover she had been pushing for this, and now she unhesitantly turned him down?
Her parents rushed out after her as they also got a share in the shock. This was all happening around 6pm on a showery Wednesday evening. Paul was still right there with a knee still impressed on the floor staring sharply into thin air in a transfixed state. With some words of comfort he was able to stand on his feet which was probably stiffened from the declination from Stephanie. The look on his face posed the question "why?" When he got home he called severally but it seemed she intentionally avoided his calls. This was a young man climbing his way through the hurdles of life, he wasn't earning enough but he felt love should augment for it. He finally received the answer he was pushing for when she knocked his door around 7@m the following morning. She made it clear to him that she can't spend her life with someone who's not even certain of his next meal. She left him with another round of shock. It appeared like a streak of pain. He vowed to be a success someday.
Months passed by, then years. Finally he was the man he dreamt to be. He was finally feeling fulfilled but not entirely; he wanted his ex to see him for what He has become but there was no certainty of them ever crossing paths again because since the last five years they haven't met, neither had he seen her parents.
On a faithful Monday morning, he manned up and drove right to his ex's family house to show off himself and rub his success on their faces. Just as he had anticipated he met only her parents. "Probably she'd be married," he thought to himself. Luckily her parents agreed to take him to her after much persuasion. They got into his car and after 20 minutes of driving through the roads, they stopped by a cemetery. He became confused but he didn't utter a word. Then he found himself standing beside a grave written " Madu Stephanie Greg." His heart sunk, he was inquisitive to know what had happened. Well, she rejected his proposal not because she felt he wasn't good enough, but because she was critically Ill and didn't want to add to his burden as she always knew he had a bright future. She died 6 months after severing ties with him. Uncontrollably, the saline liquid from his eyes decorated his chicks. He had been planning revenge for so long for someone who wanted nothing but the best for him. There was nothing he could do now but weep silently. Stephanie’s mom then reached out for her handbag. She brought out a letter Stephanie wrote just a few weeks to her death, and she had wanted Paul to have it. He couldn’t even have a firm grip of it, his hands were shaky and his body filled with terror. It read :
“With tears I pen down these words and with fright I weep for our memories…If you ever receive this any day it’ll mean I’m already gone so I apologize now for leaving you when you needed me the most but you must know that I never for once stopped praying for you… promise to inscribe on your heart forever – our memories. “
Once more, his face was all gloomy, once more, another sad day.