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[quote author=EMERIT2US]I see u ghost;i knw u see me toi[/quote My brother, I dey see u too like Ogbomosho winsh....thanks for ur earlier recommendation. |
Iolite: Pleeeeeeeeeease ghostwriter these updates are too short. I wonder how they became witches in their family, is it because grandma gave birth in the grave yard?Honestly, I wish I could make it longer but I notice that whenever I type about 500-600 words, my head goes blank and the flow stops till d next day. Going by my write-up, their linage had been witches. (u just gave me an idea....I should go back far into time telling you guys on how their linage were cursed into being witches)....that should be a story for another day #wink. |
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mtn started to cheat it subscribers the day after Judas betrayed Jesus! I am beginning to hate that network....I only watch 'who wants to be a millionaire' |
hi Tiffy.....great job. unlike me, I wonder how u've gat the time to put all that into writing. Kudoz to u babe! |
N.B I hope I'm carrying you guys along?....let me have ur corrections on anything necessary. |
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79CE6B47 oya I don land....add my pin. |
dadojo: 5 Features you miss as a guest on Nairalandshioooo!!! so will you go to banks to convert all ur 'likes' and 'quotes' to naira notes? some nairalanders are only celebrities on this forum but very irrelevant in d real world.....abeg get a life! |
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dhammyg: NIGERIAN MEN & PU$$$$YI hope u had ur father in mind while u wrote this shiit? |
TiffanyJ: You didn't tell us how Lamide got back home after she fainted in camp. Were her parents called? How long had she fainted?I understand you, but I don't like to give 100% info about a scene, I love my readers to fill in some gaps themselves. for example, Lamide could have been taken home through any means possible....it is left to the readers to figure it out. but the truth is that I myself honestly don't know what should come up in a next scene, all I do is a guess-work which seems to be adding up after typing....(for example, I can't yet figure out what to write for d next post and that is why its a suspense to me also). pls!!! try to understand me if I am not making sense. |
Luvlyfal: yep ofcourse,m nt stupid.i waz going 2 ask wah motivated u 2bcom a ghost writer bt if u tink its senseless u may as wel 4et it.I choose d moniker due to my passion for GHOST and MYSTERIOUS happenings (I know it sound strange but I am a freak myself). I can write about any subject but I love to show respect to the SPIRIT OF THE DEAD. Miss, I hope I've done justice to ur question? |
Luvlyfal: hi..plz cn i ask u a question?yes....but only a sensible one. oya bring it on! |
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alma, dis ur story dey make wanna fall in love with you. if u don't mind being my date tonight in 'mama put' shop. |
dis man still dey look for money....I pray Lagos wrestlers don't use jazz on him |
pls don't let my mother see this topic, otherwise, she will start comparing me with all these academic witches/wizards. |
almacherish: Where are others kwen...... Paradise, ghostwritter etc....am I mad?,.....I dey shadow u 24/7 av gat ya back...just continue |
guys, I hope it's making sense so far?....let me have ur views so I know where to work upon before I go any further. Thanks!. |
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alma, I hope u don't mind if I sit at the front row? N.B...it's obvious u are a learner, but u av done a great job so far. |
This story centres around the narrator and his strange encounter with a human-like creature that served him diligently until the table turned for the worst.....what happened? **** This is a fiction and fantasy. Readers discretion is adviced. |
TiffanyJ: Following this story like kilode. Ride on sirI was busy reading ur write-up 'the man to call her own' this afternoon,it was so cool. wish to meet u in person. keep it up. |
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N.B thank you guys for ur compliments, this write-up is gradually coming to an end and that was why I had to start another one titled "dead men talking"....I wish u all continue with the love and respect you've showed me. promise you d very best from my world of unlimited imagination.....#wink© |
******** *****~°°°° I was back to my father’s compound as the sun was just about to rise and there I saw Erutayo looking troubled, he must have feared the very worst. I practically dragged him along into my room before locking the door behind him. I could feel the early morning dew taking it chilly effect on me, at that moment all I needed was a warm and strong arms to wrap me tight. I moved closer to the only option I had but he refused and reminded me of the last unfortunate event. But I was adamant on my request, I could feel the urge for a male torch on me, I was hungry for love making, at that moment I don’t care what the world says, I couldn’t control it any longer, I pulled-off all form of clothing on me leaving only my waste and neck beads on, all I wanted was……. Erutayo who couldn’t resist my seductive cry anymore swept me off my feet and landed me on my bed, he hurriedly pulled off the only sack around his waist and made love to me like the real man he was, holding me firm with his strong hands and kissing every part of my body. I had never felt so loved by a man….not that I ever had one to call me own. After few moments, we both felt tired. Erutayo rested on his back while I lay by his side stroked every hair on his beating chest. I whispered sensual words into his ears and he kissed me in return at any opportunity he had. I wished to experience such love from a man every morning, so an idea came into my mind and I told Erutayo to stand up and accompany me somewhere that I have got something to show him. Slowly, we walked through forest, pathways, stream and finally rested our feet under the shade of an iroko tree that stood in the center of a large farm-land …….” “Efiko!!....you don read sote ur head don dey remove smoke…..Shey na dat GNS301 you dey read?” that question brought me far back to life. I looked around me and realized I had been in the school library all along. ******** **** |
“……Grandma that was what I dreamt of, it all seem so weird and scary…..grandma, I am so scared” Lamide began to cry after narrating her nightmare to her grandmother. |
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