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Outside a mansion is Ms Oldie Osten taking a stroll in her compound with a movement that can be best descriped as amble, at a level she hold her step still when from the entry an appearance of a young man emerge, slinder in nature with a budenovka head cap on his hand, beside one of his cheek was a smudge mark that ran almost down up to his jaw, his shirt has no pleasant remark judging from its fray, it is of old, his trouser too though aren't that weak but smell of hard labour, he looks more like a fugitive to her at first sight who had escaped and dashing down to her house for shelter but here isn't a refugee camp that one could seek for shelter she thought within herself but what if he is not, then what could make the man rush down in such a haste she asked herself, the man lowered the level of his speed as he spotted her, with few more metres to cover up and reach her, she came to recognise who he was, a little boy the past has groom into a fine grown man. The man greeted Ms Oldie Osten good evening, the woman replied positive to him with further expressions of words
'I for one had thought the road to this house is a dead end or fordiden for you to trail...'

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Through the clench teeths of hers psst...psst...psst...psst...narrowly slide out, her face covered in depression knowing that the tight corner she found herself is a repercussion for her action
'What am I going to do..?' She asked within herself and began to pace about a region to nurture out some thought, the right back hand of hers pat the other palm systematically and steadily,
'This is my last mission, I dare not fail...' she spoke out audibly to the hearing of all the natures that abide within cracking her head hard for a light and at a long run 'aha!' she was able to concieve a thought to fulfill her mission, since Miles refuse her the privilege she either do not need his permission to proceed for the aim she had come must be actualized at all cost she inclined
Inside Miles apartment he began to hear heavy thuds, at first, he felt it to be the kestrel hawks whom where at their game again to scour out meal for their belly he ignored but the less he payed attention, the sound became more intense, it rise a doubt in him, he began to wonder if truely is the creature or something else quickly, he fastened his foot steps directly to the window and held up it curtain then peek through to discover that those sounds has be the handwork of none, other than Harriet
'What a hell' were the words that flew out of his mouth, he dash out suspending the work at hand to put Harriet in her rightful shoe and getting close to her point he held the axe stiff when Harriet lifted it up she struggle to pull it down but remain hanging, curious to know why it is stiff she turn to find Miles presence behind her
'What do you think you are doing..? He asked wh a scorn look
'Splitting' Harriet replied sharply, her breath racing high.

I am baffled 'what..?!' Has she gone mad..?' What will have make a core educationist with a professional career, a prominent lady in the society to take up such a foolish call as a wood splitter..? Even if it is a prank I found it hard to believe probably same for you and believe me when I say I don't blame you if you are shoked. It is surprising how such a person will prefere a scorch heel to a soothing one. To get to the cause of it, I row back the tape a bit to the previous night

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The mellow tone of Harriet defeated the vigorous wind that whistle around, her eyes became the embodiment of diamond spark, which Miles refuse to acknowledge as he neither accept her presence in his solumn voice he spoke
'Your words is the youngest of my memories, I can not forget'
'But it is too late for you to come knocking on my door'
'Be gone and never return'
Miles said to her and shut his door
At the exterior of his house Harriet stare on the door with no intention of leaving, her angst kicks in and enfold her in a cocoon of fright
'This is my last chance, my last or never'
'Either I win this or live to see not another day'
She spoke in determination and beckon her soul in starry-eyes to please be still, things will be well, but is it true with that door stiff to the core..? I wonder
Slightly she turn though still had fixed eyes on the door with the hope that GOD can give the man a change of heart to receive her, okay, at a certain point she pulse her steps in anticipation for the sesame-a fortune door to re-open but unfortunately, did not comply with her thought, her unwillingness to leave top up more time on those several minutes she had spent been stranded in the open yard.
Since she has choose to be stubborn as it the call of the day, the trees did not object instead kept her entertained with the coos, the buzz, the squawks, and other embience likes of the woods where Miles abode.
Though it was a thing of fear for her, hearing the sounds of the woods which have her heart skip but keen as she appeared inwardly, it was unable to abort her mission

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pcaliphate:
"I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". Hello Everyone. Here is an insightful piece of mine titled "Deep Are These Words". Enjoy.

"Aim for the stars but look to the moon.
Later and now, are brothers to soon.
Spoon as a cutlery is like a BRT,
When placed in food, it carries plenty.
Money gives you more shoulder pads,
But be humble, to avoid I once had."

"Ali and Simbi were the face of English books,
But now one of them is the face of make-up looks.
We are not thirsty of nudes, don't show us your chest,
Instead, work hard in school to taste first.
I once thought old man selling sugar is sugar daddy,
But the more the jeeps parked, the meaning came out clearly."

"Young boy, save to safe, don't spend to beg.
Don't act for likes, don't live to wreck.
What you buy in dubai, can wait for a while,
For time flies in seconds, and money flies in miles.
Bigi boy is not by force, so why do it with force.
Invest in what is right, it will later be a plus."

"Bros chop belle full, comot the six packs,
But If you can cope with it, kindly take it back.
Even life is not fair, so why do you want to bleach.
You can't cope with it, it's something you are not meant to teach.
If you drink responsibly, they no go sell.
If you don't drink responsible, you head to cell."

"Be like Jerry, who so much believed in his can business.
He worked so hard, because he saw real sense.
He was punctual to work and he prayed all night.
Although he owed Nepa bills, his future was bright.
Today, we have Jerry-cans, we have ragolis,
We have gallons, these are the sons of his."

"Distract the distractions, and focus on your dream.
Opportunity has two daughters, cage the right one.
Time is a traveller, clocks are aged hotels.
Trust is exact in its spelling, but how far is it with reality?
Forget ability, it loses its voice at some point in time.
But we get rescued by Divine Grace, dropping the jaws of our imagination."

GOD Bless Us All #Peace.


By Olowo Tosin John

Nice beautiful thoughts!
I enjoyed it
Keep it flowing... ..... ......

CHAPTER ONE
Broken Promise

Two knocks at the door attracted Miles attention, he opened up after counts of strides taken to reach for the nob and to his greatest surprise was the least of expected being starring unto his face in anxiousness, the depth of her breath depict the boom of a drum wrangler, this is the figure-that rang a bell of disclamatory dejection in his brain.
Miles employ numbness not because he was actually shoked and had nothing to say to the posture but due to the fact that such presence doesn't worth his excitement
Harriet's voice fluctuate in her speech
'I know this may be surprising to you but...'
'I've something to say to you which can not bear to scale through to another day'
'That is why..,I took a train down here...'
She got hold of her breath
'...in a rush to meet up with you...'
Her words raced together with her fluster breath, Miles was neither willing to speak to her but however, hearing from her arose words from him and in reluctant state he spoke with a calm tone, without moving an inch away from his door nor his hand out of the frame's edge
'Coming here must have be disturbance to you, you should not have bother to stress yourself'
'Here has nothing to offer you other than lost dreams, decidiou trees, strewn environment that reaches out to the muddy roads; dread and wither!'
'Smells of the woods you dispice, their is no granite nor marble to grace your foots here and to crown it all...a swamp image!'
'It is a total squalid for you to stick your boots'
'So please go..'
'No Miles...!' Harriet decline 'I standing here does it not imply anything to you..?' She asked gazing right up at Miles
'You know I am a dumb lad like the master in character had pointed out'
He refered her words back to Harriet, Harriet gave a prompt response
'I am sorry, I really am!'
'More so, I want to tell you that...'
She gulp in deep breath
'...I am ready...'

Synopsis

It all dawn on her in the hour of helplessnes after a fervent sail of auspicious dreams that has brought her this far, she could as less dream for more because she was what to call 'a great accomplishment' but on full stage the bitterness of it sprang and summons her past.
Looking beneath was something missing, something way too important, something she had but allow slip away, now became her torment, her fright, and her ultimate concern.
Her superb saying she hold in high extent 'it is better to dream than not to dream, because it is he who dreams that GOD cares for and love' flawed as she wished reverse could be the hands of time and never have to dream for the strain of those dreams has now become nothing but 'DISDAIN'.


SomeTime Play In Theater present
BEAUTY OF DISDAIN
Sniplet: Mere joy of an agonised respect, Oldie Osten
Author: Glory joseph Dinne

A story inpsired by BRADEN102's photo.

SCENE nineteen

Back unto the subject of female sex gender appointment, I can not credit Christain Grey neither concur with Mosco but on a more different light I refer every doubting thomas to the ibid of genesis, that is where my stand stick, though every man to his own opinion but glacing through the life of Christain Grey, a tremendous success in the world of business that everything seem right for yet not alterly right, a little peek at him worth thousands of gold in your life, you could call him beauty of deceptive indeed because behind locked door the pesky private life of his lie.
He fail to understand the true reason behind companionship and treated most, if not entirely everything in his life as contract perhaps, he might have put his poo on contract too only GOD knows but I wonder why he did not include his bathing, clothing, eating, sleeping and even brushing of his teeth, infact!, include all the necessities in his live into contract as well.
Anyways, I guess it's all a matter of choice but where did it lead him to as a sadomasochistic partner he prefer to be and after six generous slash he gave to his partner Anastasia steele for braking a shady code of conduct to my very own understanding I can not say it argur well hundred percent not to pull your legs but I'm sure Christain Grey can tell better.

In Ibitoyin's interior house Mako and she came inside the bed room, she faced him directly while he sat down on the bed puffing up her boobs in front of him right there the need for toilet arised and she rushed down to the rest room as she was in there her phone she had placed on the bed bleep Mako picked it up but it appeared to be a text which read

'I'm missing you my hot pie, coming over'

Mako droped the phone and exit when Ibitoyin returned back she found him gone.

Still on SCENE eighteen

Obviously after turns of counter-attack experienced by both parties, it is no doubt that Mosco wasn't flurried and assuming he was not a grown man we would have found his palms covering his shameful face but Obi is a man!
Looking at his glare eyes that bug out like the throat of one colume of a billion frogs it can not be compared to the audience in the room that award his egotistic nature with sneers and foul words.
He fell on shy and could not continue to fill up the place with his presence as there weren't any atom of warmness, in antipathy mood Mosco flounce out of the parlour

NEOL: What a log of stupidity

(Neol remarked)

BASH: This is one of the things we see here
MAKO: He remained me of christian grey in fifty shades of grey
NEOL: Exactly!
If he think having a woman for sex is the basic then he need to consult christain to know the final outcome
BASH: Abi?
Anyway, what he begot is what befit him
NEOL: That is his cup of tea

While their conversation went on a hand from behind embrace Mako's waist, Mako shuddered and turn and it appeared to be Ibitoyin smilling into his face in her speech

IBITOYIN: I got you today and am not letting go of this grip

Neol and Bash smiled while Mako imply 'not again' with his face

MAKO: Ibitoyin...
IBITOYIN: Hm!
Guys please excuse Mako for some time, we have an unfinished business
NEOL: As a matter of fact, he is quite excused

(Neol siad and flicker his hand)

MAKO: I will be right back!

(Mako uttered as Ibitoyin pulled him out with inter-woven hands)

NEOL: Hm.
See you!

NOVELLETE ON BEAUTY OF DISDAIN

Two knocks at the door attracted Miles attention, he uponed up after counts of strides taken to reach for the nob and to his greatest surprise was the least of expected being starring unto his face in anxiousness, the depth of her breath depict the boom of a drum wrangler, this is the figure-that rang a bell of disclamatory dejection.
Miles employ numbness, not in the aspect that he was actually shoked and had nothing to say to the posture but on the fact that such presence aren't worth his excitement
Harriet voice fluctuate in speaking
'I know this may be surprising to you but...'
'I have something important to say to you which can not bear to scale through to another day!'
'That is why I'd took a train down here...'
She got hold of her breath
'...in a rush to meet up with you!!'
Harriet words raced with her fluster breath, Miles reluctant to speak but however, responded calmly without moving an inch away from his door nor his hand out of the frame's edge
'Coming here must have be a disturbance to you, you shouldn't have bother to stress yourself...'
'Here has nothing to offer you other than lost dreams, decidious trees, strewn environment that reaches out to the muddy roads; dread and wither!, smell of the woods that you dispise..!'
'Their is no granite nor marble to grace your feet here and to crown it all...a swam image!'
'It is a total squalid for you to stick your boot'
'So please go...'
'No Miles..! Harriet decline 'I standing here doesn't it imply anything to you...?' She asked gazing right up at him
'You know I am a dumb like a master in the character had pointed out!' He refer harriet back to her words and Harriet gave a prompt response
'I am sorry, I really am! more so, I want to tell you that...
She gulp in deep breath
'...I am ready...'

What is happening..? I have been trying to post since yesterday but isn't going instead wipe off!
I do not know if am the only one experiencing it..?

But will keep trying.

Braden105:
It's a bedroom.blanket on a bed and it's snowing outside

Okay, very much clear now. Thanks.

Braden105:
It's a bedroom.blanket on a bed and it's snowing outside

Okay, very much clear now. Thanks.

Synopsis

It all dawn on her in the hour of helplessness after a fervent sail of auspicious dream that has brought her this far, She could as less dream for more because she was what to call 'a great accomplishment' but on full stage the bitterness of it sprang and summons her past. Looking beneath was something missing, something way too important, something she had but allow slip away, now became her torment, her fright, and her ultimate concern. Her superb saying she hold in high extent 'it is better to dream than not to dream because it is he who dream that GOD cares for and love' flawed as she wished reverse could be the hands of time and never have to dream because the strain of that dream has now become nothing but 'DISDAIN'

SomeTime Play In Theater present
BEAUTY OF DISDAIN
Sniplet: Mere joy of an agonised respect
Author: Glory Joseph Dinne

So Braden, what do you say..?, we begin with a title 'BEAUTY OF DISDAIN'

Though I know you might be expecting something emerging from the picture like 'ROUGH SHEET' or something similar but I say no! I hate to work in the way picture point, to leave my work unpredictable in taste. Cus that is my style and my readers thrilled.

Hope it come up well because this is my first time of doing this.

Ayuzz007:
hmm, looks like a waterfall behind the window pane,and a rumble bedsheet ...smh

Ayuzz007, I kind of concur with you.
Thank you for given me a light on that

Is that some one lying on the ground or sets of rags becuase the photo on that image is not really clear to me...

GUYS I will never stop asking for your support, please help me ginger my swagger with your comments, GOD bless

Lest I forget, Happy Independence Day.
Good night...

Hello tough guys.., greetings. Please with all due respect I will like to know how do one come up with good script writting.

Please glance through my story titled 'TEARS OF A GROWN MAN' and tell me what it is missing as I wish for it to serve as movie script!

...and what is the chance it can be bought instantly..?

God bless as you oblige me.

cyber5:
A STORY OF HOPE

By AdeDhayor (CyBer5)
adedayoadebayo746@gmail.com
dhayoralabi@gmail.com

On a very cold morning in a concentration camp at Germany during 1942. A young man looked through a barbed wire fence and saw a girl who he thought
was beautiful as sunlight itself.

The young woman spotted him too and that instant her heart leaped up. Wanting to express her feelings, she threw a red apple over the fence and somehow the apple brought him Life and
Hope. As the young man picked up, a ray of sunshine illuminated his dark world.

The angelic face, the timid
smile and beautiful laughter of the young woman lingered in his mind and replayed in his memory.
The next day, he was eager to see her again.

When he approached the fence,
to his delight there she was waiting for the young man who touched her heart, she stood there with another red apple in her hand. It was extremely cold and the freezing wind moaned sadly, despite that two hearts warmed by love as the red apple crossed the fence. The pleasant incident repeated itself for several days until a day came.

One day, the young man announced with a sad expression “Don’t bring me another apple tomorrow. I won’t be here
anymore; they are sending me to
another concentration camp”.

That afternoon, the boy left with a broken heart. From that day on, the beautiful image of the girl would fill his mind during moments of sorrow; her eyes, her smile, the few words they
exchanged, the red apple that
brought hope to his life, for him it was more than just a spark of joy in the midst of unending sorrow. His family perished in the war and his life was nearly destroyed, but yet even in the darkest hours, the image of thegirl with a timid smile brought him joy, love,
courage and hope.

Days passed, weeks passed, months passed, years passed and one day in the United States, two adults met by chance in a
restaurant and began to talk
about general events and one thing led to the other, before they knew it they began to talk of their lives. “Where were you during the war?” The woman asked. “I was in a concentration camp in Germany”. Replied the man.
The woman with a sad smile on her face said “I remember throwing red apples over a fence to a young man who was also in a
concentration camp.

With his heart in his throat, the man stammered “And did that young man say to you one day ‘Tomorrow don’t bring me
another apple, because they are
sending me to another concentration camp?”.

With a surprised look on her
face she said “Yes, but How could you have known that”.
Looking into her eyes as if he was gazing at a star, he said “I was that young man”

Then came a moment of silence, some many memories, so much nostalgia such joy at seeing her again, the woman that brought him love and hope.
The words almost refused to come out, but he went on “They separated me from seeing, but I never lost the hope of seeing you again. Will You Marry Me?”

As he held her close, she whispered in his ear, “Yes, yes and a thousand times yes…

THE END

With Credits to Alenjandro Bullon; I’ve always enjoyed every of your works. And special thanks to RolaDiva and OyinPrince

Nice short trip.

Still on SCENE eighteen

As their argument persisted it attracted other people in there and eagerly they watched the angry men bellow and disgrace themselves with fastened fist poise to blow. 2nd guy furious, he inquire the truth from his gal friend called belinda seated by his side

2nd Guy: Belinda, is this true..?

Belinda feeling abash she could neither reply, instead she rumple her hand where she stood, and one of her fingers became rollers on her hair, her pathetic face transmitted the last bravery words of the sacrificial Lamb 'it is finish' before he descended. 2nd guy spoke on.

You do not want to talk right..?
Sudden silence has zip your mouth isn't it..?
But it is just a pity! Real pity
And I'm sorry, I can not bid for unfaithfulness

2nd guy speaking to 1st guy

You think you and the rest of your likes are bad..?!!
But I tell you this!, I'm more bad!!
Fear me!, cus I check-mate you!
Your girl cynthia here, is my proposed wife to be and on saturday we are tying the nut!!

Cynthia brought forth the invitation card and dropped it on the table and when the 1st guy 'Mosco' held it up to confirm it he screamed out of surprise and others involved were astund as well to discover it is true

1st Guy: What?!!
Cynthia!, is this madess or what..?!
CYNTHIA: It is not madness but a decision I took for better
I have been meaning to tell you this in a very long time but waiting for the perfect timing...
2nd Guy: Welcome to my party!
1st Guy: Never!!!

1st guy 'Mosco' bellow with scowl on his face, fight broke out in hubbub atmoshere they succeeded in creating, they fought like wild animals, hurling both the chairs, tables, glass cups, shoes....anything they could come in hand with on one another creating freight in man's mind. Those who love their lives ran off, the 2nd guy who is not ready to bear wound to the alter dragged out his wife yet to be and escape