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Royver:
9 and 19 I choose you (Dutch12, Kusibe77)
11 and 15 though is a tie. I don't know who to pick.
Sigh.
Modified.
I choose 15. Devilmaycry.

So divepen. My choices are
9 - duch12 15 - devilmaycry 19 - Kusibe77.
I will add these to my camp.
Thanks.

So, we await Shewrites choices

Shewrites
picked

2. Juininho

5. Generica


12. Drdrewise

17. Jazminynne

Ma, you'll need to pick two more members

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Audreytimms



3. SenhorSean

4. Peacesamuel94

14. Firstgentleman1

18. Missnande

20. Vivypretty

16. OluwabuqqyYolo

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Royver



6. Divineroyalty

8. MisterRuk

10. Frankenstein

Sir, you need three more members for your team to be complete.

Please, pick one of the judges that chose you... 4. Peacesamuel94 8. MisterRuk 14. Firstgentleman1

Write for people.
A lot of freelancers need extra hands.
I started with a small phone, if you don't have a big phone. When you're done, use Grammarly to cross check.
If you use an android phone, download Grammarly app... If you have a laptop, just visit the website.

Write for a website for free.. ( A blog post is enough)E.g Writertain.com., so that you'll use it as reference when asked.

I have clients that need writers, but I send only numbers of people I trust their works.

Shewrites
picked

2. Juininho *

5. Generica

8. MisterRuk *

10. Frankenstein *

12. Drdrewise *

17. Jazminynne

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Audreytimms

2. Juininho *

3. SenhorSean

4. Peacesamuel94 *

14. Firstgentleman1 *

18. Missnande

20. Vivypretty

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Royver

3. Peacesamuel94 *

6. Divineroyalty

8. MisterRuk *

10. Frankenstein *

12. Drdrewise *

14. Firstgentleman1 *


At this point, the following people will have to pick one of the judges that selected them. The judges have the right to lobby for them before the contestants pick. This means that the judges not chosen will have to pick other writers to fill in their 6 slots.


2. Juininho

4. Peacesamuel94

8. MisterRuk

10. Frankenstein

12. Drdrewise

14. Firstgentleman1

Entries

1. Youngzubi
2. Juininho
3. SenhorSean
4. Peacesamuel94
5. Generica
6. Divineroyalty
7. Thewriter2018
8. MisterRuk
9. Duch12
10. Frankenstein
11. Atayis
12. Drdrewise
13. Meneski
14. Firstgentleman1
15. Devilmaycry
16. OluwabuqqyYolo
17. Jazminyyne
18. Missnande
19. Kusibe77
20. Vivypretty

All you have to do is to nominate your best writer for the month. The person with the highest nomination wins.
Result will be announced at the end of the month..
.Check the last one here
The Rule is as Simple as this: Nominate a writer and none other.
If you nominate more than one person, it is rendered invalid.
You can't one of the former winners..
Former ones:
https://www.nairaland.com/1804027/free-n5000-writer-here-every
May: Centino Won https://www.nairaland.com/4499166/centino-wins-may-literature-section
June: Theblessedman won
https://www.nairaland.com/4541071/theblessedman-wins-june-5k-literature
July: Souloho19
https://www.nairaland.com/4596895/souloho19-wins-july-5k-award/7
August: Youngzubi
https://www.nairaland.com/4652535/youngzubi-wins-august-5k-award#69908216
September: Gianaaaa
https://www.nairaland.com/4713348/gianaaaaa-wins-september-5k-awards
October: SokoDobo
https://www.nairaland.com/4762830/sokodobo-wins-october-5k-awards#71675782

While we await SokoDobo for his testimony.

cc princesa

Results
SokoDobo- 119 James Kudooski- 5 Obehid - 1 Lovetoread - 2 Rosemary - 3 Marvel15 - 1
Silver1996 - 54 Ghostwritter - 2 Damelposh- 1 Emperorsblog - 5

Results
SokoDobo- 119 James Kudooski- 5 Obehid - 1 Lovetoread - 2 Rosemary - 3 Marvel15 - 1
Silver1996 - 54 Ghostwritter - 2 Damelposh- 1 Emperorsblog - 5

We await sir Royver ('s) selection

Eberechi24:
I aff learn something new today

Divepen, announce the the winner of October award na,

Till tomorrow. So, a new starts on Monday

queenitee:
Stealing isn't good, but this is a very good way to steal

I have other smart thieves stories. I just don't want to teach people how to steal.. lol

Divineroyalty:
Really? That's a hell of a smart scheme.

Lol... Very smart indeed.

Let The Competition Begin!
The Judges will select their choices and give a brief explanation for doing so.


After they have all picked their numbers, I'll reveal the writers behind the name .
Enjoy..
Please, no comment is allowed here.

Entry 20


THE CALL
“Oluomachukwu!!” My father called from his room. I sat up with force from the bed immediately I heard the call because my father never calls my full name except when I had done something bad. Different thoughts flew through my mind as I searched my memory for any bad deed I may have done lately.
My heart pounded loudly in my chest, as I remembered Mr. Ike, our neighbor’s visit yesterday evening. I had tried to eaves drop on their conversation but their voice had been too low for me to hear. He had caught me coming down from Obinna, the notorious bad boy’s car a week ago.

“Oluomachukwu!!” he called again, his voice louder than before enough to break into my disarrayed thoughts.
“Yes father” I answered, scampering out of my bed. I rubbed my hands down my night gown in an effort to wipe my sweating palms than to smoothen out the silky red night gown that stopped at my knees. I tied a wrapper loosely to my chest over my night gown, so it could cover my revealing night gown and also soak up the sweat trickling down my laps.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to my father’s room to see him seated at the edge of his unmade king sized bed, leaning forward with his folded hands resting on his laps.
“Why is my dinner not yet served?” “I thought you were asleep, so I didn’t call you after serving it”

Divepen1:
Contestants
Youngzubi
juininho
MisterRuk
meneski
GSteve001
Heryordele94
Daysam007 devilmaycry DrDreWise Kusibe77 Missnande
Thewriter2018 peacesamuel94 Generica Firstgentleman1 olatunyemi KimberlyWest
Tbekz duch12 Jazmiynne Frankenstein babtoundey
spidey77 vivypretty Divineroyalty SenhorSean OluwabuqqyYOLO
EVarn piroux rafindo Atayis

...

You have till 11:59 Pm for your final submission

Entry 19

.
The place the girl mentioned is an abandoned warehouse with a dwarf fence. It isn't far from school and there is the risk of finding dangerous things in it. A train track passes besides the building which is said to be used for storing scrap metals. In the past, when metals were quiet at night, lovers used the place. I am here to check the warehouse and to see him.

I stand, palms in my pocket, and, behind the flowers behind the bench in the front of the warehouse is a sign post that reads: city warehouse, and besides it, he exhales visibly under the light of the night.

‘Hi,’ I call.
‘You shouldn’t be here,’ He says.
I point to the little girl, ‘she says her teddy is inside.’
‘Forget it,’ he says and walks away.
I don’t want to believe him. I have heard so much about the warehouse and I might find some things to use in my story. Telling the girl to wait, I walk towards the fence. He didn’t even wait to allow me explain how I have missed him. The gate squeaks open.

‘Which side is it?’ I ask the girl.
She is quiet. I turn.
The thing is about hundred eight feet tall with giant hands, large nails, red eyes, and it’s snarling. It walks to the transfixed girl. And I shut my eyes and scream. When I open them, the thing is removing pieces of blood-stained dress from its mouth.

Entry 18

Darkest Hell

I once read that our fears are nothing more than a state of the mind. I believed in it and thought I lived it until that night when the Devil came to steal my soul. The Devil I knew wasn't the monstrous horned bull I'd heard about as a child. No, this Devil was 6'4", clean cut and a well angled face that was good enough to be a supermodels'. I thought for sure he was going to dump me at the slightest chance and move on to the next girl as there was always a swarm of them around him.

Bade was the one who stole my heart during my first year in school. He was everyone's ideal leader even among the lecturers. When I was a naive girl he shielded me from the wiles of campus danger and I soon became the envy of numerous girls. Like a Knight in shinny armour he swept me off my feet. His eyes were pure fire and I became his before I had the opportunity to know all my course codes. Little did I know what I was getting myself into.

It's been 10 years since. The Mr Ajibola that now parades me as his dutiful wife in every occasion is different from the one that unmasks beyond our door. Every year I tell myself that I would file for divorce, but every year when he steps in through the door, all I can see is the fire in his eyes, burning right through me.

Entry 17

Ricochet


"It will never be about the story, it's in the telling" - Cramwordplay, 2018.


Ulonna come off it biko!


The words circled in the deep recesses of my mind creating a mumble that I would later identify as fear. Iya was a second mother to me. Her daughter, Ochia and I grew up eating from the same pot. Iya was never wrong, but this time she had to be for the weight of her assertions were so thick they created a fog.


Iya's tears were the first triggers of my fear as she physically trembled while I described my encounter with Odinna.


He claimed to be from our clan...


I shook off the thought, Iya had to be wrong.


It didn’t matter that Mpa disrupted Odinna's wedding. Charging at the couple, Mpa had proven that Odinna stole his betrothed and insisted that the priest marry him to his woman as the rightful groom.


However indeed, Odinna is now Christian.


I was retiring for the night when the SMS came in.

It was Nkem, my fiancé. I smiled before opening it.


Our wedding is in 2 days, yet Nkem sends me texts every night reminding me how he wished the days would come closer.


The smile died on my lips as the SMS opened on my phone screen:


"Ulonna the wedding is off. Ochia has always had my heart and I fear marrying you would be a mistake.  I am sorry Ulonna but I will marry my best friend on Saturday."

lekkxydinho:
Bro, i nominated TheBlessedman but you didn't include him in your call-up post . Why na

Entry is not by nomination. It's by declaration.

Entry 16

After my mma's death, we—my wealthy baba and I—had journeyed far and had eventually come to settle on the Niger. The Igala, among whom I later grew were initiatially skeptical and watchful, like the shea-butter hawker hoping against the sun. But Baba was patient and in a short while, they had come to adore us and my generous Baba was soon
made a chief.

The year I had turned ten, Baba had wedlocked Aboyo, a fair maiden who glided the earth and whose firm backside hung in the air like a proud medal. Aboyo was as much as an unfaithful mistress though, a bat that wined with birds and dined with rats and the times I had acted as though I was not looking, she had gone in with Alero, the merchant who helped Baba handle his cocoa.

I hoped Baba would suspect but I felt that his sojourn to Maccah, had taken a great toll on his lithe body. Aboyo took in bore Orhiza, a son so lovely that my now frail Baba or anyone could not help but love, even me who knew he was made with Alero.

Then,soon, when Baba had died and the king had ordered that all Baba owned be bequeathed to Orhiza, I had wept but only wept but only wept—after all, I was a girl child. And it had turned out, Baba had known about Alero all along and he, Baba, had always been a barren cow.

Entry 15

I know some countries support homosexuality,but that life is disgusting to me.I remember encountering one back then,I usually hear of them but it wasn't real to me.I always thought it was all lies.
So on this sunday afternoon after church service i escorted my mum to the road cos she wanted visiting her friend but i had the intention of buying fuel since there was no light.
After buying the fuel i decided to use another road home,when I saw this guy,he was walking somehow shaking his waist.He came close and started with the usual hello,I thought he wanted asking for directions or something so I replied him.
Then he said,he saw me when I passed with my mum,that i looked so fine and that he has been waiting to talk to me.
Ahh my body was already shaking self,but i had to keep calm,so all the stories i have been hearing was true and happening in my presence.I was speechless.
He then proceeded to ask about my name,I replied with a fake one though.He now told me he likes me and wanted to be a friend.I told him no wahala,but deep down i was scared.
"Where are you staying " he said
I quickly gave him a fake address,as I was telling him I was giving him pace since we were walking.When I turned the next street and he was far behind i started running till I got home.That was how I woke up sweating,damn! I was only dreaming.

Divepen1:
Contestants
Youngzubi
juininho
MisterRuk
meneski
GSteve001
Heryordele94
Daysam007 devilmaycry DrDreWise Kusibe77 Missnande
Thewriter2018 peacesamuel94 Generica Firstgentleman1 olatunyemi KimberlyWest
Tbekz duch12 Jazmiynne Frankenstein babtoundey
spidey77 vivypretty Divineroyalty SenhorSean OluwabuqqyYOLO
EVarn piroux rafindo Atayis

Tomorrow is the final entry date..

Entry 14

“Please, support me with anything you have. As you do so, God will grant your heart desires”.

I peered into my wallet and saw the last N200; my lifeline for the day. I cast a puzzled look at my roommate whose seat was a stone throw from mine and he returned the gaze with a frown. I got the signal, but I still stood up, money clutched in fist, and contributed my widow’s mite saying a silent prayer. The man collected it and prayed even more.

It was not until after the day’s lecture that I discovered how hungry I was. My roommate was furious, but I avoided him successfully till I made my way to the ATM, ready to stand in line under the scorching sun and withdraw from an account that had zero balance. It soon got to my turn. The cold machine displayed the message ‘insufficient funds’. With a bowed head I resigned myself to fate and walked the long rough path to my hostel.

After five minutes of hungry walk, a car pulled up beside me, inside it a pretty woman beckoned. “I was behind you at the ATM, I saw what happened. Please manage this and take care”. She said while stuffing my outstretched palm with cash. She drove off before I could get a chance to thank her. Then I remembered my prayer earlier, “God I commit my feeding into your hands”. Tears flowed freely in torrents. Good deeds get rewarded fast too.

Thank you all for your vote. Results coming in.

Entry 13
Ezra my friend is the most kind and reserve friend i've ever had. Always puts others interest first,a selfless fellow but one thing i know he dreads most is being in the presence of ladies; far from it! He is handsome and at times i feel like i should have those sexy eyes of his. Why is Ezra always scared of them girls?




James another friend of mine have tried to get Ezra laid but it just doesnt turn out productive.




"we can talk about this amicably and no one will leave this room in a bucket" she said still standing.



"You don't expect me to pass those documents to you for nothing do you?" This is getting complicated...oh God! whats she doing with a dagger?




The gate wasn't locked so i strolled in. About to knock on the door i heard voices from inside.




"Ahhhhh! You are one strong stud huh? "Damn! That was...ohhhh my God!"




Wow sounds like Ezra won't be needing our help anyway. Get her bro! Smash her very hard! She said his a stud...




"Am sorry Mr Ezra..." she's sorry? "Your death won't..." who's death?...Ezra!... I banged on the door it was locked from the inside and from inside i heard the shattaring of glasses; The window!




I stepped back and rammed the door open with my shoulder. There he lay soaked crimeson. They weren't even... I rushed towards the broken window, my vision blured by tears. No one in sight.

Entry 12


When Dare had called the police to report a break-in in the jewelry store where he worked, Miriam had been sent over for damage inspection. But nothing significant had been taken and she had left early. Two days after, he had called again to complain the door had been tampered with but, again, nothing was taken. While she took tea—the tea he had insisted for disturbing her—she had expressed that something was fishy somewhere.
So, a week later, he had called again that a shelf had been broken and two worthy pieces were missing. She had stayed much longer this time and had eventually had dinner with him. He had laughed off that he might be in danger. Three days later, he had rung (after she had waited endlessly) and she had ran to him.
Nothing was amiss and he had apologized for the hoax, saying he had merely wanted to see her again. This had intrigued her. Had it all been a trick to keep seeing her? Or was a burglar truly attacking the store? Could the missing pieces be with him? Undecided, she had left without an answer. Much later, at night, he had called and had talked a lot of love and her. He had known her favorite colour and novel. In the morning, she had gone to the store to meet him dead. Police report said he had been shot tryimg to burgle the store. And he had carried a
gun and a mask.

Entry 11

BLACK TO WHITE
Temidayo--- sitting on the settee---was astronomically perplexed, sensitively worried, and rationally infuriated. His ruddy face had become dejected.
He looked at the phone in consternation, he could not believe what he had seen; the transition of black and white.
The myriad of questions flooding his heart, were indeed, numberless. He could not answer questions with the recent trauma garnered through his chat with his friend. “When some try to revamp our culture, some want its death enthusiastically” he said aloud, unknowingly.
“This is preposterous!” he postulated, dropping the phone on the settee and stood up. “Must we live like them? Must we dress the same way? Must we eat their food? Above all, must we bear their names? He asked solemnly, raising his two hands upward like a baby crying for help to gesticulate his inquisitively pensive mood.
It was obvious that the outrageous act of Temidayo’s pen – friend, Raphael, had made him swim in the poll of overwhelming thought. For career purpose, his friend had changed his name from Makinde Raphael Tobi to “Mark Ralph Toob”. The latter that was used on Facebook , and freelance websites for gentrifying reasons.
“If you can’t beat them… I prefer to be a white in order to have breakthrough easily” were words for flimsy excuse by Raphael.
“Things about our culture have gone from bad to worse. Can the cultural remnants survive fifty years more of its perish?” he asked, rhetorically, tears tricked down his face. He collapsed on the floor.

Entry 10


Special Ops

The gusts of the Sahara tugged at his kaftan as he led a flock of cows towards a high-walled residence on the outskirts of N'Djamena. It was twilight and two men sat around a fire in front of the residence.

"Salam aleikun, friends," he greeted, "Please, could you offer-"

"Move! You and your filthy cows," one of them immediately jumped towards him.

"Mmm, such Chadian hospitality, " he smiled.

In a flash, he spun the man around, grabbed his neck and broke it. Before the partner could react, his dagger was already buried in the man's heart. He then retrieved a sack strapped on a cow's underbelly, geared up and waited out of view.

Five minutes later, the gate opened and two men walked out.

TAP TAP

Two quick muffled shots from his Glock dropped them, and he moved in.

The single bungalow inside had boarded up windows and the security lights were off. Night goggles on, he stealthily walked to the backyard, turned off the power generator and returned.

Someone immediately stepped out of the building with a Kalashnikov and he gunned him down. He rushed to the door and threw a flash-bang inside.

BANG

He dived in and rolled, taking out five men as he moved around the house. He located a locked room, kicked the door open and beamed his flashlight on a terrified face inside.

"ID confirmed, Alpha Command" he spoke into his comms bud. "I found her... It's Leah Sharibu, and I'm bringing her home."

Please,if you're yet to submit your entry, please do remember you have to Nov 2 ,( Grace period)..

Divepen1:
Contestants

Youngzubi

juininho

MisterRuk

meneski

GSteve001

Heryordele94

Daysam007
devilmaycry
DrDreWise
Kusibe77
Missnande

Thewriter2018
peacesamuel94
Generica
Firstgentleman1
olatunyemi
KimberlyWest

Tbekz
duch12
Jazmiynne
Frankenstein
babtoundey

spidey77
vivypretty
Divineroyalty
SenhorSean
OluwabuqqyYOLO

EVarn
piroux
rafindo
Atayis

Value Thieves
Akíntayo Akinjide

Two thieves broke into a jewelry store. They did nothing but changed the price tags of jewelries. The camera didn't catch their actions as they had disconnected it. Vigilante caught them as they staggered out with only alcohol bottles and its stench on their bodies.
The next day, a young lady took 50k to the store and left with jewelries worth 50 million naira. She met her pals just outside the police station after they were released because nothing was caught on them. They stole values not goods.

Entry 9

Violet walked towards the building, smiling, her gigantic hips swinging from side the side. She pushed the entrance door and climbed the stairs, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She turned left stomped to the third door. A sweet aroma hit her nose. She smiled and inhaled deeply; her stomach rumbles. 
Segun is at it again. She stretched forward her hand and turned the knob; the door was locked. She quickly opened her bag and brought out a bunch of keys. She inserted a key into the hole, turned it twice and pushed the door. She entered and locked the door behind her. 
There were two glass cups and an empty bottle of vodka on the glass table. Music was playing on the background. She called his name twice but there was ni answer. She dropped her bag on the lounge and walked to the kitchen. There was a pot on fire, she opened it; jollof rice. Why is Segun and why did he leave the pot of jollof uncared for? She asked herself as she walked to the bedroom. 
Her mouth formed a big O and her eyes widened when she saw Segun, her boyfriend of seven years hopping on a lady. She gasped loudly, drawing their attention to her. Her eyes met with Seguns. There was shock in his eyes. She stomped to the sittingroom, covering her mouth. She missed her step and fell face down on the glass table. 
"She is dead!" Segun said in horror.