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Literature › Re: Etisalat Flash Fiction 2016 Shortlist- Top 50( Nairalanders Rep us wella) by effsamuel3: 12:04am On Dec 15, 2016

Divepen1:
Over a 1000? Wow...

Third Mainland Bridge was a sad miss, a couple of others too. I read too many of them, I read about 1900 stories of the 2898 stories...many of us here did not dig that deep.
I had a story in there too, The Sinner, it was "hidden" even when I had the link, like every other story. So, two days to end of voting, my story disappeared after 309 votes. I complained...no way. The "top 50" came out with and it was not there, yet I had more votes than half in there. I had nothing to lose outside the pains of explanations to the many who believed in it even more than I did, being that it took me one simple hour to write. I complained more and demanded at least an explanation as I had screenshots. In time, people on their Facebook page saw the evidence and joined in crying out, demanding justice.
Yesterday, they apologized on their page and brought back the stories illegally taken off. It is now top 77, and even when I may be regarded as a stubborn 'sinner', The Sinner rightly made the longlist!

Literature › Re: The Sinner By Effiong Godswill Samuel Bassey.. . My Etisalat Flash Fiction by effsamuel3: 11:51am On Nov 18, 2016

deepthougths:
Lemme just post the story... Link still remains the same..

THE SINNER by Effiong Godswill Samuel Bassey

For three teen-years I was perhaps the ‘Rock’ upon which my father built his church, and the object of his Sunday chastity sermons. My body, he said, was “God’s Temple.”
Often, the Devil sends Ada to tempt me with pinches during Choir Practice, but I always overcome, never looking at her face.
This evening was different. When I saw her sitting under the mango tree, alone, my heart raced. There was a strange feeling on my chest, it felt like love. It was so strong that it drowned father’s voices in my head. Was this love at first sight?
I began rehearsing imaginary romantic lines until I found myself before her. My mouth was open, but there were no words, just father’s coveted white hibiscus in my hand. She got the flower and smiled, her moist eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. She was not Ada!
“This is so sweet…” she started saying, but words were not enough, for she placed her lips on mine, and held my head so close that I could see a reflection on her pair of glasses. I closed my eyes…
…and opened to see the reflection on the glasses, his pair of glasses. I felt a sticky coldness on my thigh. Father stood over my bed with his Bible in hand, staring as if at the ruins of a temple. Ada’s unopened letter was on the bed, read and spread out; her hibiscus, like my sainthood, was crushed.
“Morning Prayer time!” he said and left.
My heart pounded, and I saw a vision of the cane exorcising the immoral demon in me. On my knees, I reminded God that I was only praying for Ada’s “deliverance” when the Devil brought his sinful dream, but even God’s testimony will not convince my father.

https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=301

Literature › Re: Bloody Civilian (1,2&3) Written By Michael Luxguy Augustine by effsamuel3: 5:35am On Nov 11, 2016

nice story

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