Hello Nairalanders,
My story " The Black Book " has been approved for the Etisalat 2016 Flash fiction awards contest

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THE BLACK BOOK.

Troubled by my final year project, coupled with a seminar defense rehearsal, I’m welcomed with a horrendous news, which turned my evening into a terrifying nightmare. My laptop was nowhere to be found; it was stolen, unplugged from the extension cord which laid close to my mattress. “I’m such a mess,” I told myself while I whimpered to the neighbors who had come to console and question the incident. “Why?” I asked, “What did I do to deserve this?” kneeling with my hands towards the sky, but overwhelmed with unanswered questions I quickly stood up in anger, determined to find the culprit. I started thinking, I know I’ve heard the rumors about thieves hanging around my den and there’re a few who I could point out, but it wasn’t long until I was interrupted by a patterned knock on my “wood”. “Harrison?” I altered, clutching a kitchen knife behind the closed door. “Open the door Churchill; I heard what had happened so I came-by to …” I slowly opened the door, but turning around to put the knife away. “What were you doing with that?” he asked, I sobbed while we both sat for a depressing conversation.

The next day we left for gadget stores, searching and asking for a used Apple laptop covered in black stickers; but after three hours of an unsuccessful search, we headed for St. Moritz, a store in Yaba, known for buying and selling gadgets both owned and stolen.

At this point I’ve started to give up hope, but as I looked into the distance there he was, Maxwell the landlord’s son, who pulled out my laptop with the aim of selling it, and so with no hesitation I sprinted towards him screaming “ole” and upon arrival greeted him with a heavy blow.

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Thanks a bunch.

Would you like to trade votes?

HelenaG:
Would you like to trade votes?

I'm so done with the contest, too many errors.

Lol.

3mmyz:


I'm so done with the contest, too many errors.