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Kalet5:
Credit card scammer.

He wanted me to pay him for doing trash.
Read what he wrote
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1II3FQ45WjEJpwsZj77wArJKRaoq-OrX0BKoIQbr_NxM/edit?usp=drivesdk

Justified to some extent. You both could have worked out something like reediting blablabla..

Olawrites, I guess you need to focus on your own writing for now. Thanks.

skyblueking:
Hian! Una dey expect more?? Divepen1 yaff finished o...

Lolll... It's just an Excerpt...

queenitee:
We are waiting for you and the devil using you

That's baid...

rukoyah02:
wow,am just breathless.continue please.

Thanks.. Soon.

skyblueking:
Hian! Una dey expect more?? Divepen1 yaff finished o...

It's still with my editor...

That Sunday, Usman would have refused to attend church, but that was the only place he got solace. So, he followed her. She refused to make him join the other teenagers in their church. At some point, he felt like telling a leader or a pastor what he was battling, but she placed him on a short leash. When they returned from Church, she hurried to the door of his room and stood in his way. He withdrew from her.
'Usman, you're... I have wronged you', Omo pleaded.
Usman released his breath. The thought of making her manipulate him again scared him.
'But I need you to know that I need you. I'm a deaconess in my church. You can't tell anyone anything about us', she went on her knee and edge towards him.
Usman shrugged. He couldn't tell anybody anyway because no one seemed to believe him.
She moved nearer again and looked up. He withdrew, holding tightly to the bible in his hand. However, the cushion stopped him, granting her the opportunity she needed to be in front of him.
Her handbag was now beside her on the floor. 'I have this sickness. It's not me...'
‘Please, leave me.’
 She burst into tears. ‘I want to be good. You know...'
Usman stared at her and felt like screaming at her, but she was the one paying his school fees and feeding him.
 'I just want you to know. I can't go out to have sex. People will suspect. But I need you to help me'.
She placed her hands on his shoulder.
' Leave me,' he shouted as he jumped out of her reach. Tears streamed down his face.
'Usman?'
'Leave me.'
'Not now. Usman, not now. You cause this to me. I don't know why I can't help being around you', she pleaded and crawled to him.
'No…No,' Usman warded her off.
'I'm not like this. I met you, and I became this', Omo cried.
'Please, Aunty Omo, I'm not doing,' he pleaded.
After going back and forth for a while, she stopped in her track. Usman felt lucky. She had stopped pleading, and that excited him. She rose and sighed. 'It’s true. Maybe you should leave'.
'But my school,' Usman countered.
She shook her head. 'I can't help it.'
'No...No…' Usman said in horror. The thought of leaving would really cost him his education.
'You have a choice,' she said. ‘Stay, give me what I want or leave and stop tempting me.’
Omo grabbed her bag off the ground and left for her room. Usman ran after her. She turned to him, repeated the statement, and slammed the door in his face.
Usman swallowed hard as he moved to his room. He never knew he would ever face such a problem. At least when she forced him, he could pick aside. But staying back to fulfil her desire just didn’t seems right.
Some minutes later, Omo came knocking.' Your food is in the kitchen'.
Usman sat awhile till he was sure she was gone then he rose and placed his ear on the door, listening for any movement from her. When he was sure he could go out, he sneaked out. A covered plate was on the cabinet.
'That's your food,' she said behind him, making him jump in fear. 'Don't be afraid.'
When he lifted the place, it was light. He didn’t need a soothsayer to tell him that the plate was empty.
Stirring, he saw a devious look on her face. 'You'll eat good food when you're ready for me. Usman, the devil is using me, I know. But I need to escape. And until I escape, I need to fulfil my urge if not, I'll go bloodthirsty. Remember those vampire films, I'll be thirsty like I am now. I should have gone out with men. But I'm a deaconess. I'm a child of God. I'm a Christian. They are thinking of making me a pastor very soon. How will it be that the world would now have to see me as someone sleeping with men?'
Usman gently placed the plate on the table, 'Sleep with them. I won’t tell Uncle. I'm tired. I just want to go to school'.
She bent forward, and tears drop down her face. 'I'm also tired. Don't you see desperations in my eyes? I am... This desire must have been hiding here before, but I refused to see it. But I think God is using you to help me notice its presence. This devilish desire is here, and you have to help me'.
'No… I will go hungry', Usman shouted as he rushed out of the kitchen.
'I won't force you. I won't rape you. I want your consent. It's like every other habit, I'll get over it', she called after him. ‘I don’t want to rape you anymore.’
He turned at the door. 'No… I'm not doing'.
'Why didn't you leave? It's because you're enjoying it'.
Usman bit his lower lips. He didn't know what had gotten over him, but he seemed to agree with her. He could have left. Maybe he was enjoying it. Perhaps, he was just deceiving himself.
'I'm not...' He said but stopped himself then marched out of the kitchen.

queenitee:
scam since time immemorial

Everywhere!

'Gosh! You pervert' 'Babe, I stare… to boost their self-esteem'.


Inspired by 'Black Coffee' Ella Fitzgerald Aim: 10 words

'Chase him', the chief yelled. The people of Itakumo yelled towards the lone warrior of their enemy clan, Odogunyan. Every fortnight, Odogunyans came dressed as monsters to scare the Itakumos into releasing their goods.
If the Itakumos knew, they might have rebelled but the clever Odugunyans came through another town. The Itakumos would remain in darkness if one of the monsters wasn't intent on raping the Chief's daughter, Sewa. Another monster angrily unmasked himself and dashed for the rapist. There, they discovered they were humans. And their leader had always been Kilani, Sewa's Fiancé. Now, the high priest's barn is full.


Inspired by Society- Asa
Genre: Monster fiction
Aim: 101 words

queenitee:
Lmao, rain rain rain

More Rain

Ann2012:
It's cold ooooo

Lolll

Jay crawled through the street. The stench of corpse and the sticky stream of blood made him groan.
Someone shouted in what sounded like Hausa. The glint of light from their brandished machetes was his cue. He ran off. The Igbo gang caught wind of the noise and shot him in the thigh but he escaped. Upon entering their hideout, he gave his sick daughter the teddy he almost died for. She smiled, reminding him of the sweet feeling of peace.


Inspired by 'Old feeling by Ella Fitzgerald'.
Aim: 81 words
Genre: Apocalyptic

A Partner in Cold
That rainy Saturday night, Titilope glanced at the door, intent on leaving in the rain, regardless of Ajayi's plea that it was cold outside.
'My mom will start to worry and my father will…. I just need to go', she said, shook her head, got up and moved towards the door. Rain increased; storm raged; limbs of tree crashed onto the roof. Yet, she was determined to leave.
At that point, he couldn't control the urge to lay her back on the bed anymore but she had rejected the offer times without number and that will be without consent.
'I want you', he murmured.
She shook her head, smiled, and said, 'till the D-day'.
He touched her hands but she slapped it away.
'But baby, it's cold outside', he retorted and crashed to bed, hoping to hold himself.
'You know what? Follow me', she said, pulled his hand, and dragged him outside into the rain, where they remained for a while, in silence. That rainy night, he slept happy that she helped him control his urge without being vindictive.


Based on 'Baby it's cold outside'- Ella Fitzgerald.
Aim: 11 Sentences.

ayobamiJR:
I mean if the platform (Domingobooks) is available now so i can plan to upload my work.

It's available

Ife stared at her phone and snapped her fingers. The phone removed its charger, climbed the chair, and fell into Ife's hand. She loved that.
When the battery was low, she refused to stand. Like before, she snapped her fingers. Her charger knew what to do. It hurriedly removed some electrical current out of itself and brought it to the phone. The phone began to charge itself. Seeing that Ife misused her power, the gods of electricity agreed that all demigods must always work for their power. So, if PHCN has disrupted your power supply, you might be a demigod.

ayobamiJR:
Yes it is...So it's the platform available yet so I can make plans on monetizing my merchandise

I'm sorry. I don't get the last part

ayobamiJR:
Ever possible to publish a movie script??

As long as it's in the format required

ForestBoy:
Very easy to publish and a very good creation, Great things awaits you my friend.

Thanks

AkeNathan:
What's the point?
They will only create more nairaland handles and buy other sim cards

That's one of the reasons for this- to keep them on the run.

Prudee:
Thanks a lot

unpublished that day.

queenitee:
And then we followed them to our "Fortune City"

Yes ooo

dopeboi142:
This is a very good idea, can I join your team? Pro bono? I’m also a writer and i see the importance of this, I also have great ideas I would love to share and try. Thanks.

Oh yes.. I'll send you a PM

When a person is regarded as a fool, he becomes the 'curse' of the town. Everyone would hate when people curse them with those names. This same phenomenon must have been the reason names like 'Sule,' 'Gambari,' 'Dopemu' became names to call people fools. But in reality, these names are actually people's names. It took a great effort to resist laughing at a shareholder of the schools I attended, Nightingale Academy because his name was 'Suberu Oje.' It almost sounded like 'Suberu ode,' another name for fools.
'Suberu oje… Oje', one of my teachers once corrected.
Also, when two 'fools' walk together, they were referred to as two jolly good friends. We don't need to talk about 'three idiots,' many of us know how the movie went. They were the disgrace of the film.
But what do we say to that of four fools, Bala, Awelewa, Shola, and Babatunde? These four friends left their home, Itele Orire, to the scariest forest in the history of their land. The famine in the land prevented the Chief from throwing a party since the bravest hunters refused to enter the forest.
And truth be told, the onerous rumors that had been heard of about the forest. People that eventually escaped told the tale of how they became insane and hallucinated. This period was far from the time of Pentecost but near enough for Lord Lugard to tell Nigerians to amalgamate.
At this time of their departure for this forest, other forests were drained of animals. Even the seas and rivers had hidden their fishes very well. Since Itele Orire was walled off from the various warring clans, they couldn't make contact with others.
So, when these four friends decided to go to the forest, Bala's mother was the first to shout her happiness. However, Isila's mother couldn't control her tears.
'What are you saying? This is the thing that even men are afraid of doing?' She rolled on the floor. Isila stared at her mother, and even the remaining three wondered how it was impossible to leave without Bala.
Babatunde's parents too were skeptical not because they were afraid, but they believed he would sleep till he was killed.
'You don't trust me,' he said. And this accusation is a general problem every child around the world face. For example, my parents didn't believe I was destined for Arts class. I was pushed to the science class. Well, I came back on my own term and because I was getting C in my physics. My Geography was top notch. So, wipe off the smug off your face.
So, when the parents of these four friends released them, it was indeed great happiness. Armed with everything they would need for the journey, they entered the forest with musicians sending them off. They all cried, or did they?
Immediately their village was out of sight, Babatunde turned to Bala. 'Where are they?'
'Over there!'
She guided them to the place she had hidden several gourds of palm wine. They had been storing the palm wines there for a while.
They rejoiced and had no fear. Frolicking was their culture, and they would spend the rest of their lives doing that. They enjoyed the wine and spent three days in that part of the forest. The ladies among them had prepared everything they could. It was their vacation. The three days without anyone calling them ludicrous names was what they wanted, and now they have gotten it, and it was time to return home.
On their way home, however, Shola saw a deer.
'Did you see that?' He shouted because luck had befallen them. It would remain in history that they didn't come back empty-handed. Dropping all their loads, they chased the deer but didn't go far before they crossed into a new world.
When they turned back, they were greeted by a strong wall.
'What's this?' Awelewa mumbled.
If they have dreamt of anything golden, they wouldn't have imagined that they would ever encounter a land full of it.
The only difference this time was that the land was silent. Crows and vultures lingered in the trees. They searched the deserted town but found nothing that showed that any human had ever lived there. After several days of search, they couldn't tell why no one was there. Yet, everything they would ever need to survive was laid out there.
'Why can't we find our home also,' Awelewa cried one day. They all missed home.
They scouted the land for months and finally found their path home, just the same way they came. They returned home to meet the famine gone.
'You people were the curse,' the Chief said happily. 'The moment you left, things resumed normalcy. Poof!'.
The people abused them and refused to hear what they had to say. They told everyone about this new land, Fortune City, and how it was a great place to be. After a while, people decided to clear their doubts to see it.
However, only a handful of the villagers, who really believed their stories, entered with them. Yet, they could see the other villagers on different sides, but those ones could barely see them.
Quickly they came out again and tell the people what was happening, but many of them disbelieved.
'You are lying. You have paid those ones to believe your story. The god I serve, the great Sun, will not let me follow you'.
These four couldn't limit the good news to their villagers alone. They went to various cities to let people know about this great city called Fortune City. However, only people that believe it can see it to enjoy the treasures.

Inspired by Seven Lives by Beautiful Nubia

The terrorists ambushed the victorious soldiers.



Day 10/90

IamPlato:
my Tab Has Shut Down. I Used Google Chrome, created The Account then Went To Publish And I Saw A Platform Written "upload And Publish" which I Clicked On but It Didnt Load Up

I just tried Google Chrome again and it's working fine but you should probably try it when it's on again. If the problem persists, we will take it up from our end.

.*Modified*
I used my PC there. If you can use your tab, try a laptop.