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Lleigh:
Question ......
How do we upload the the novel? On here or do I upload as a file.
Sorry for the questions

No need to upload it. you will post it here. As in copy and paste

I'm in
#Nlwriters

Oya read and vote

As I closed the door behind me, my friend rushed towards me with a big smile.
'At last', he whispered.
I glanced at the room and couldn't specifically disagree with him. I sighed. I was done for. A very beautiful lady-scrap that- tarty lady was in my room. I was a Christian and she was a Christian friend. She had to sleep at my place because her fiancee wanted sex that night, but she adamantly refused and ended up in my room since she left his room angrily, forgetting he lived in an estate where the occupants can't move in and out after 9pm, and she had forgotten that she travelled to Ibadan from Lagos.
So, that night I sat at my table and read my bible unending until the morning came. She delightedly left my place, telling me how much she was pleased to have kept her virginity. I was happy as I saw her off to the car park, carefully emphasising why it was so good to keep her stance as a Christian.
'I left something for you in the house.'
'What?'
'A Thank-You note.'
'Oh! A note? You shouldn't have bothered'.
'There's more to it'.
I knew her. There was always more to everything. So I rushed home to meet my door opened wide and my neighbour in my room. He had an amused look.
'What?' I said.
He pointed at a paper he was holding and laughed.
'Okobo oshi, from Clara'
I looked at my zip. Clara had just called me impotent. Till today Clara has refused to pick my call.


This is the story I entered into Etisalat Flash fiction. Please click on the link below, and please vote for me.
https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=113

Are you tired of trying to write for days but still not writing. it's a common problem and we can solve it together.
This competition will be used to help us all..

The aim of this competition is to get to at least 30000 words for a single novel in 30 days.

To Participate

* Signify your interest with the hashtag #NlWriters on this thread.
Then it kicks off on 23rd Oct and ends 23rd November.
I will be competiting also. The top 10 winners will get

1. Litehelp Character chart- the chart help you build your characters and help you understand the story better.
2. Litehelp Fiction help
So, to know the winners we will use points.
And the points will be in this format:
1. 5 points for posting.
2. 50 points for getting 10000 words
3. 100 points for writing 20000 words
4. 200 points for writing 30000 words
meaning all in all we are expected to get
(30*5)+ 50+100+200= 600 points
To Get your mark, you must add the hashtag #Nlwriters on the story.

The Following People Are Involved In This Competition And No other Person Is Allowed To Join Till The Next One.

1. Divepen
2. Lleigh
3. Stuff46
4. Horlorlahdaey
5. bibijay123
6.illicit
7. Leriebloom
8. fifaknuel
9. Oma4U

okay.... 5.

Many have requested that I repost the story
' Another Fenced Heart' and I have done so. Support by getting a copy at http://okadabooks.com/book/about/another_fenced_heart/12205. Thanks.

I'm liking but this Thursday thing ehn

This is really cool. I love the fact that I'm getting a chance to read events that happened in SouthAfrica. You can just try putting more description in your work

This one is strong.. keep it coming

True talk..

like seriously, you can't end there o

Chapter 1
Flowers
February 14, 2015
Today in History: 2005 – YouTube is launched by a group of college
students, eventually becoming the largest video sharing website in the
world and a main source for viral videos.

She basked in the darkness of the garden and heard the old rusty gate creak. That was surprising. The garden had been forsaken for years and ever since she started coming there- a year ago- nobody had ever stepped on the place, even during the day.
She felt the place was been desecrated. It belonged to her and her alone.

It was her place of zen, rest, of putting things together, of making
herself sane.
The garden laid opposite her house, but it had been naturally covered with a lot of wild bushes. Since the owner died some years before, no one had ever stepped forward to claim it. She took it upon herself to make it cleaner and fit for thinking, for solving and reconstructing her knotted,
puzzled life. Did she need to shout the intruder out? The darkness made it impossible for her to see who had just come in but she, like a lioness, had to show her ownership of the territory.

' Who's that?'
The person turned, and scurried for the gate.
' It's okay', she shouted. ' I'm human'.

The person stopped at the gate. The dim light from the street reflected on the person. The person held on to the gate, a bag hanged from his or her side.
' Come. I'm human, a woman and I'm as real as air', she called again, not sure if the person would be compelled to stay.

Despite the trousers the person wore, she couldn't discern if the person was a man or a woman.
Dry leaves crumbled under heavy steps as the person trudged slowly towards her. She held her breathe as she watched this person find his or her way
towards her. From the way the person marched she knew he or she was being careful about not scratching his or her cloth with grasses. But luckily for this person she had cleared the place. The stone bench she sat on could seat five people at once. Not minding the darkness, she had an unusual assurance that this person also needed a place to pour our his or her heart into the night. A place lonely, peaceful, dark, sacred; a place the wiles of the world wouldn't gain access to.

' Good evening', a tiny male voice said. Biola knew he was speaking with the falsetto but she was less concerned.

' Good evening. Happy Val.' She tapped the stone bench loudly. ' This place can seat more than two people, and it's the only one here. So have your seat'.
He mumbled his appreciation and sat without talking. She kept wallowing in her pain, anger, and drifted to her desire to know who the intruder was.
Then, repeated the order.
At last, she succumbed to her curiosity of who he was.

' I'm hot',she said at last.
He roused. ' But it's cold out here'.
' No... That's my nickname... So, once again I'm hot'.
' Oh! That means you must be very beautiful '.
She laughed. It felt good. That was the first hearty laughter she had had since she travelled the previous day. ' So they say. So, my friends say. I
hope others, you included, would agree with this'.
' That's good'.
She frowned but was happy the place was dark. His reply was awkward.

Normally, a better guy, like John, would have pushed the conversation further and their conversation would have rolled on like sky- endless, changing at different points.

The gravy, heavy silence made her revert to her thought. Her life had
normally been devoid of comfortability. So, there was a pointer to the fact that her present trouble would also end for a bigger one. She pondered on
the lyrics of Sam Cooke's song
'It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die
'Cause I don't know what's up there, beyond the sky
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change's gonna come, oh yes it wil'
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She remembered when they first met and remembered especially the day he popped the great question that was a year ago.
It was February 14 too.

Insects chirped and cars occasionally hummed past. The breeze from all corners jostled to enter her pores and made her tighten her cloth.

Just as she felt it was time to leave, she still felt nudged to ask the intruder what he really wanted in that corner of the street. And she
succumbed to her urge.

' I'm a pastor', he replied as though his voice was an axe, and the cold
darkness an egg. As if talking loud would smash it.
' Good evening Pastor. Let's restart it. I'm Hot'.
' I'm.... Are you okay with my nickname too?'
' Yes. Okay... I'm Element. Do you come here often?'
' No. I come here everyday. This is the only solace in this warful world.
This is the only corner that can hide me from the windy turbulence that bestowed itself on us'.
' I understand you. Are you a Christian?'
She scoffed. She wanted to just give him a simple reply but she saw the need and opportunity to pour out her heart to God. Even if he wasn't present physically, a pastor, his representative was there and he would hear it.
' Yes. You know I've been wondering why God watches me in my sufferings and I see no soothing balm? Why did he even create me? What's the essence of
creating me into a life that wants me out of the way? Why didn't he allow the deserving and good things come to me on time? Why?'

' He has his...his purpose for all mankind, for allowing anything'.
' I used to believe that'.
' My belief about it has just been strengthened tonight. I can't really
explain what your being here means. I have been wondering why I met you here. I first discovered this place last week and decided to come here when the need arises '.

She swallowed and wiped the tears that was already trailing down her face.
' I'm sorry. I've said a lot. I ought not to have said such, especially to
a stranger. I have to go now. By the way, this place belongs to me, it's my shrine. I can allow you come to think here also.
'Thanks'.

' And I hope to meet you in the daylight'.
' No. Let's make it remain this way'.

The old gate screeched tiredly as she headed home. Things were
happening too fast. How come she opened her hidden wound to a total
stranger? She just couldn't understand that feeling. But she loved it and wanted to have more of it. Pastor or not, she loved his company, his voice,
his presence-it made her feel buoyant. The same type of feeling she had only when she was with John. And mischievously, she seemed to hear John
through this stranger, talking to her like the sage he was.
'Oh John!' She sighed and locked the door of her massive,
ominous-memory-filled house.