piroux:
She sank into the chair and gaped at him……..

She didn’t believe he could do this to her after 6 years of convincing her that she had nothing to worry about, that he would wait no matter how long it took, that they could always adopt, then this.

“Stop looking at my son like that!” His mother shouted. “Isn’t it your fault he had to go outside? Is it his fault you aren’t woman enough to do what even goats do? Ordinary miscarriage you cannot have…. Shioor….Okunrin ninu obinrin!!” She finished derisively.

All through Busayo just stood by the door wringing his hands together like an innocent child, pleading with his eyes, the presence of his 3 years old twins proof of his fake promises year after year and his lies from the pit of hell.

Her father-in- law sat quietly beside his older daughter and his wife who he let take the reins as usual. On her beautiful three seater sat her other sister -in-law with the iyawo and twins- who looked remarkably like her husband- she was supposed to accept with arms wide open.

She couldn’t fight, she was weak, broken, disillusioned. He was the one person who had given her strength through this journey of searching for a child and now to leave her like this, naked, alone, betrayed and horribly let down.

Then she buried her tears and broken heart like a woman and smiled at all of them like the good wife they expected her to be,

“Thank you my in laws, you have done what elders should do. Welcome to the family Bolajoko…” and facing the children “welcome Taiwo and Kehinde, may God bless all of us and bring more children into this home oh”

“Amen!” Her father and sisters- in- law chorused enthusiastically, Bolajoko smiled in relief and her mother in law nodded in approval, seemingly pacified. Only her husband looked shocked and it was to him she gave the look…

Enjoy this moment of peace, her eyes said, for they will not last……

Criis:
He just knew there was something wrong especially when the rain refused to stop.
It had begun suddenly with no prior warning.

A day which minutes ago, had been clear and full of life was suddenly transformed into darkness by a violent, raging storm.

After waiting several minutes under a shed and the rain showed no signs of abating, He decided to brave it and make a dash for home

He ran blindly, stumbling at times and he was thoroughly drenched, but He had to get home. He had been feeling uneasy after he'd stormed out following a particularly explosive argument he'd had with Moni in the morning.

Getting home, He met the front door locked. 'Moni!!', he called out, rapping loudly on the door at the same time. There was no reply.

After doing this for some time, He made His way to the back, He would call out to Her through the bedroom window.

Perhaps, She was fast asleep.

He frowned slightly on sighting the wide-open bedroom window. This is so unlike Moni , He thought.

'Moni' ,He called softly, looking into the room at the same time.

What He saw made His heart stop...

Ksslib:
Before the rescue team could get to them, all lives of the students, teachers and boat instructors had been cut short.

The rescue team got to the scene very late when everyhwere was already dark and were welcomed by floating bodies of little children circling quietly on the water surface like weightless toys. Most of them lay face-down, arms spread wide out open like they were trying to swim before the water defeated them. Some died, their back on the water, arms stretched out in a tight grip, like they were trying to grab a ladder that descended from the sky.

Two kids, a boy and girl, still held their tiny hands together even as their lifeless body danced to the rhythm of the ocean winds trying to separate them.

Another girl floated alongside her stick sweet. Any direction the wind swayed her, so did her candy.

The rescue team, often professionally trained for situations like these, seemed too struck by the scene in front of them that none of the six man crew attempted to do anything. They all just watched in silence. No one said a word or moved.

Pencils, books and soaked torn pieces of papers that contained amateur cartoon drawings, crayon paintings and funny sentences scribbled in funny handwritings littered everywhere.

The wind slowly blew one of these papers past their boat.

"I love my mummy and Daddy" it read. The handwriting looked funny as that of every child not concerned about the way their writing looked, but excited that they can now write love letters to mummy and daddy.

The rescue team, as if scared of touching the bodies, started picking the pencils, books and torn pieces of papers one by one, carefully avoiding the bodies. All this, they did quietly, no one speaking to the other.

"Her, it could have been my daughter" one of the rescue team member broke the silence, pointing to the candy girl.

"Or him, him, her, her" she began pointing at all the children.

No one replied. They just continued picking the papers, books and pencils in silence.

"Or even her". Another crew member broke the silence, pointing to a little girl drifting far far away from the rest.

They drove the boat towards her. She died face-down on water like most of her classmates. She looked smaller than all of them, probably the youngest. One of the crew members scanned her from head to toe with a look of pity and regret, touched her hair, and hesistated a little before he bent over and flipped her lifeless body upside-down to reveal her face.

Staring into blank space with dead white eyes, was the scariest and most shocking thing any of them had ever seen.

A dead, smiling face. Teeth in full display.

You could tell all of them were confused as they looked at each other with a questioning look.

"What's that?" asked one of them, gesturing to an object floating towards them.

All of them were beginning to feel uneasy, almost everyone - for the first time - began to take notice of their environment, looking front, left, right and back.

"It's her bag", one of them killed the tension as he picked it up, a picture of a yellow pokemon drawn on the back, water bottle strapped to the side.

Inside, was a squeezed piece of paper, pencil and sharpener. He unfolded the paper but couldn't make anything of the crayon writing. He flattened the paper on his lap to get a better look. He could see it clearly now: a little kid's handwriting.

"We are all going to die. It will kill us all" , he paused and looked at the crew members who looked back at him like he just cracked a bad Jesus joke.

"and kill you too", he continued, reading it this time around one word at a time.....slowly. "It is watching" .

There was a long pause. All of them looked at eachother, then back to the girl together, almost as if it was rehearsed. The guy holding the piece of paper felt his right hand instantly become weak. The paper began to tremble in his hands like he was carrying a bag of cement one-handed.

Alongside the writing, was an amateur cartoonish, crayon sketch - something a kid would draw: bodies of little children floating on water, a rescue boat with six crew members on board, one of them holding a squeezed paper.

Dracoe:


What he saw made his heart stop ; the rain falling down heavily he perceived no more; his senses all put in a state of absolute stasis and then for a split second everything around him were in perfect tranquility.

Rrraaaaarrrrggggggggh!!!!!!!, the sudden scream of a being emanating from the bedroom, coming at him with full throttle jerked him back to reality as he hit his leg on a protruding iron from the floor and fell down with his back on the ground ; Bang! bang!! bang!!! ;bang! bang!! bang!!! the creature continued to hit the burglary guarding the window as if meaning to break it down.

All this happened while he was still on the floor with his mouth wide opened trying to fathom what he had just seen, his mind was in a deep state of confusion;'Grrrhhhhhhhh' grrrrrrhhhhhh the sound coming from the creature who had now breached the burglary with a 4 ft long iron it tore out from the burglary in it's right hand,... Rrraaarrrrgggggh, it screamed,coming directly for him, taking one step at a time. His heart was now racing faster than light's speed;his soul weighed heavier than a million pounds ,his body shivering and his skin almost turned white.

He could feel the adrenaline rush through his body, but 'No' he couldn't do a thing he was scared down to the pits of hell, fear had finally overcome his struggle for existence, his instincts failed him, this was it ;he was going to die a cold, mean and lonely death.Then with one last step, the creature finally made it to him, raising his hand to skies, attempting to drive the iron through him ;he closed his eyes and said his last prayers and then everything went dark....

Speeew!!!, the sound of blade tearing through flesh;blood scattered for yards across the floor, gushing out uncontrollably from the neck, he could feel his body getting colder, drifting into oblivion and then that adrenaline rush revitalizing his body, with one last hope he opened his eyes, there he saw... the head of the creature lying bodyless next to him, it's mouth wide opened with thick black blood oozing from it.He then ransacked his hands through his body, trying to make sure he was still alive,and to his utmost surprise, he was.'This must be a miracle' he said in his mind
He then looked up thrown in a state confusion,with the rain still hitting hard on him, and then... there she was, a figure staring at him, holding an axe to her right hand, with blood all over her face. After some intense gaze, he finally knew who it was..... It was Moni, she just saved his life.

"Mother did this, she did this, she ingested something called the ' tethys serum' to end her life, but instead it turned her into this, into this things, and then she created more, she created more of herself, she's passed it through the towns water supply already , this town would be crawling with more of this creatures in no time. She created this things, she created zombies, mother created Zombies".... Moni murmured as she fell to her feet.

This was the most dreadful thing he had ever heard, 'Zombies '. He just stood still trying to process all what he just heard. Little did he know that the worst was yet to come;this indeed was the beginning of the end.

Criis:


Nice one bro!

Divepen1:
I've pasted your works here
http://writertain.com/2017/08/29/writing-prompt-3-first-lines/#comment-10

Piroux ksslib chriis yhungbrowne

Divepen1:
I've pasted your works here
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Gabrendo:


"I'm not moving to the guest room for her..." I heaved my voice against his whisper. "Please dear you have to understand..." Busayo's whisper thickened. "Understand what?" I retorted angrily. "You are a disgrace to husbands. Ehm Busayo! Have you forgotten so soon?"

"Where then do you want them to stay?" The tone of his voice depicts, he was getting infuriated and that was what I wanted.

"They can sleep outside for all I care... See Busayo you married me legally. I am not going to allow one prostitute take over my matrimonial home... A home I built and I've maintained for years. Tufiakwa..." I spoke dramatically. "See Lara I've been patient with you. Don't make me lose that patience..." He spoke calmly like a typical pacifist Busayo. For a moment I was drawn to concede but snaps out of it and spoke erratically opposite: "They said that a man that stops wearing trousers and starts wearing skirts, should beware of the consequences that comes with it... I am not the gullible woman you married years ago. This fight eehn there are no winners only people fighting..."

He angrily walked out of the room and aggressively slammed the door behind him...

Divepen1:
I've pasted your works here

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Piroux
ksslib
chriis
yhungbrowne

piroux:


LMAO.... nice continuation.

piroux:
"She sank into the chair and gaped at him……..

She didn’t believe he could do this to her after 6 years of convincing her that she had nothing to worry about, that he would wait no matter how long it took, that they could always adopt, then this.

“Stop looking at my son like that!” His mother shouted. “Isn’t it your fault he had to go outside? Is it his fault you aren’t woman enough to do what even goats do? Ordinary miscarriage you cannot have…. Shioor….Okunrin ninu obinrin!!” She finished derisively.

All through Busayo just stood by the door wringing his hands together like an innocent child, pleading with his eyes, the presence of his 3 years old twins proof of his fake promises year after year and his lies from the pit of hell.

Her father-in- law sat quietly beside his older daughter and his wife "

Gabrendo:


Nawa o Divepen1 I also participated but you did not paste mine. Feeling *sad*

Divepen1:
I've pasted your works here
http://writertain.com/2017/08/29/writing-prompt-3-first-lines/#comment-10

Piroux ksslib chriis yhungbrowne

Divepen1:
I've pasted your works here

http://writertain.com/2017/08/29/writing-prompt-3-first-lines/#comment-10


Piroux
ksslib
chriis
yhungbrowne