It says Iv already voted for you. 'M Shomolu' see screenshot.

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Ifemelu:
@helena yes

Thank you. Voted for you #152. All the best

poksmahn:
done.. like number 137

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Just voted for you #24

Treasuredlove:
Seriously, all the stories I am seeing here is really cool, but unfortunately this prize isn't based on talent, just likes. If you guys vote my girl, I will vote for you. So, who wants to exchange votes?
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DISTRACTION

Our friendship is like the book of lamentations.
Laide is the weeping prophet, while I am....well,me. I call her the chief whiner, for never have I encountered someone who has so much to complain about.
But I listened to her, I always listened.
Laide and I are colleagues at work and so we share a certain bond. Both of us are underpaid and overworked secretaries. We have a mutual bitter dissatisfaction for our job.
Sitting next to her right now in an overcrowded bus as we make our way back home, after a busy day at work, I am uncomfortable. I shift slightly, trying to ease my discomfort.
I need to pee badly.
The bus moves slowly in the evening traffic. I need serious distraction from my anxious bowels before the bus gets to my bus stop.
I turn to Laide and ask the magic question
" How is your husband?"
she turns to me with a hiss, "imagine...." she starts
"Poor man" I think, as I watch her small, pretty mouth move rapidly as she complains about a million things her husband has supposedly done.
Today, I am not listening.
The noise of the bus drowns most of her words.
I sit entranced, wondering how such a small mouth can bring out so many words
My crying bowels soon forgotten, I try to listen when she touches my arm to make a point. I nod, wearing an interested look on my face. Looking happy that I agree with her unknown point, her small mouth moved even faster than ever.
it was all the distraction I needed

Lol.

3mmyz:


I'm so done with the contest, too many errors.

How do you knowthat I have not? The website says I have so...

solasolasola:
You have not voted.

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solasolasola:
Ye, I would like to. Like my story and I like yours.

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puresaint12:
Yeah, I will be glad to. Send me your link

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poksmahn:
https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=2406 please vote for my entry for the etisalat flash fiction competition. Use a Google chrome browser to open the link. Click on the blue bar to vote when the page opens. Thanks

I guess the judges will pick

Isomerizm:
Who has any idea how the finalists are selected from the top 50?

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PatAkpos:
Good morrow amigos,

I'm willing to trade votes with any interested person. Here's my link; https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=2574. The title: The Only Way Out.

Who else is experiencing difficulty to vote? They sent me a mail saying that they have rectified the problem but it seems the problem is still very much there.
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OspolyStudent:

sure...post your link...
I was ban...

Thank you. All The best!

omeira:

Voted #105 @ HelenaG

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MykelEkene:
IF only you could Spare 3 minutes of your precious
time reading this Immortal Script and Clicking the
like Button, then PERHAPS you'll be comforted if
you've ever Wished LOVE could last Forever. Thanks

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markavelli:

I am... I'll vote now

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Has anyone seen this notification?

Voted #72... its called support. Thanks. Good luck!

DuBLINGreenb:

You traded with every contestant here so... make space for me on your bandwagon.

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Bethelwealthy:

i did helen, saw u got 93 now

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solasolasola:
I would. Post your link. I will like yours if you like mine.

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Koenig:
hey guys. I have an entry in the flash fiction contest titled The Journalist. l managed to compress thrilling action and suspense in less than 300 words... wanna know what you guys think about it. please like and share... here's the link... https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=2894

Iv voted. No 37. Kindly reciprocate. Thank you

Bethelwealthy:

I'll vote for you, kindly do same for me.

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markavelli:
I entered for the competition. please check it out and like. thank you

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Bethelwealthy:
None of you have seen or read "ILLUSION", By Temidayo Samuel. its a Bomb!!!

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reyaknight:
I see people posting the story itself, so let me do so:
Do read through and vote if you liked it
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HER

I hate her.
I hate her so much. The kind of hate that leeches all semblance of contentment in life. Just from looking at her.
My hand tightens on the mug I am holding. I’d come downstairs for a cup of tea, and returning the empty mug had me passing by an open door.
She’s standing there. Watching me. Glaring at me.
How dare she.
I loathe everything about her. Her eyes see too much yet not enough. Her mouth spouts lies and hurt and nonsense. Her hands break all they touch and her feet crush all they step upon. She is stupid but acts all-knowing. She is incompetent in all things, but demands she does everything. Nothing about her is endearing. She spins lies around herself like a dress of cobwebs, pulling others into believing the too-perfect picture she paints.
I know otherwise. I see beyond her mask to her true colours.
And she is still glaring at me. I shift my position, wanting to do something but not knowing what. From beyond the door, she echoes my movements, readying for a battle that may or may not come. Her face sets in an angry scowl.
She hates me too.
Something in me breaks. She’s not allowed to hate me.
With a scream, I throw my mug at her.
The last thing I see is my reflection flinging the mug my way.
The mirror shatters.

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omeira:
Hello everyone
Please read and vote my story DIRGE by Afolabi Mariam for the etisalat flash fiction contest by copying this link to your chrome or Firefox browser.
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Here's the story
Osas grabbed his throat in agony as the throes of death gnawed at him. He gaped at the plates in front of him as pain engulfed all of him. He felt the urge to disgorge his abdominal contents. Yet pain had not even started. Osas could be saved, but he knew, those with him knew he would not, must not survive it. The tradition stays. No one eats what Osas ate from the king's plate except that he dies.
The palace was quiet save for the eulogizer's voice which chanted words of sorrow. The oba, the esama who was visiting and the eulogizer looked on as Osas groaned and moaned in pain. The palace maids stuck out their heads from behind curtains, battling amongst themselves to get a better view of the scene for their mouths were itching to tell tales. Tales of how Osas the second son of late Osarumwense succumbed to the grasp of death. Everyone in the room watched and waited for when the young man's body would encounter peace once again. Oba shifted uncomfortably, his kind heart full of despair. Another one, a third king's taster about to bite the dust.
Osas could taste death as much as the treacherous food he just ate. His father and older brother had reunited with his ancestors in this same vein and his own dirge would soon be heard. Few minutes later Osas was frothing at the mouth. His struggle was over. He embraced death.
Three men had died in a fortnight after eating from the king's plates. Two maids had been beheaded and a third person was about to be. Whoever prepares poison pays with his head. Someone had yet again tried to kill the king. Only that this time, the food was made by a queen.

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Beema01:
TITLE: Thunder without Clouds

Gombe, 14th February 2015

Thunder rumbled in the distance as I started my morning jog but there were no clouds in sight. I noticed more people passing the narrow road beside the field than there usually were at such an hour. Soon after, cars sped past too and the thunder got louder but there were still no clouds in sight. On the opposite end of the field, there was smoke in the sky from afar off. Soon enough some trucks were visibly approaching with what appeared to be armed men marching alongside. I was agitated, panic struck and perplexed. Many overfilled cars were now moving past the field with some people running on foot and I resolved to join them. Somebody clutched my wrist; it was my friend, James. Amidst the tumult, the invaders seemed to be just a few metres away so we hid in an uncompleted building. The invaders passed by. Hours passed and when all seemed to be back to normal we came out of hiding. We passed some people along a gully but an approaching figure stood out. It was a young man, dirty looking and no older than I was, crossing the gully with a rifle in hand. That familiar feeling of trepidation crept over me. Some say their charms wear off after crossing a water body. He was trying to reload his rifle but it seemed to be faulty. The people noticed this and pounced on him. He was down in seconds, his rifle seized as blows and stones and sticks descended on him. His agonizing fate was meted out to him in as gruesome a manner as can be. Slowly his screams subsided as the mob took the roles of Judge and executioner over his life. The deed was done.

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Voted! Great piece. Thank you

drizzit:
sure!

Just voted for the other woman....

Nice read

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engeejeanie:
Yes, HelenaG.

This is a wonderful piece. Very gifted.

I would appreciate your support. My short story 'the other woman' has been nominated for the etisalat literature prize (flash fiction). I would appreciate your support to vote by going to https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=2454

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kayo80:
4 Dead

By

Kayode Odusanya




‘Shut-up! Shut-up damn dog!’ Joy shouted. The dog was barking in response to the loud noise of someone pounding on the door.
Her parents had left for a weekend trip this morning and she used that opportunity to invite her boyfriend, Tom over. People rarely visited them, and most of her friends would be in school by now.


Who could it be? Who could it be? She thought to herself. She was pacing up and down the length of her kitchen with a glass cup of milk in her hand. The oversized robe she had on showed up a great portion of her upper body. She was very oblivious of this, as her mind was fixed on who was at her door.


When the pounding got unbearable to her ears she walked up to see who it was. Her full grown Alsatian trailed behind her. She ran her hand through the full length of the dog's back, from neck to tail, trying to ease off some tension. She looked through the peep-hole and was surprised to see her friend, Joy, on the other side. The dog ran out immediately the door swung open.
'Jeez! You scared the hell out of me. Ain't you meant to be in school or something...' She said with her back to her friend, making her way back to the kitchen. She stopped when she didn't get any response. She could have sworn she peed in her pants when she turned around. A man was holding joy by the wrist and held up a knife to his lips, signaling for joy to be silent.


You watch a lot of movies, and you see how people react to instances like this, but you can never know how you would react. You can never know.


The glass cup she was holding fell to the flow and shattered, spilling milk all over the Mable floor. She stood there, dumbstruck, not making a sound as the man advanced towards her. He had on dirty khaki pants, and a white t-shirt. She could see the outline of a gun underneath his white tee. He got close enough to her and whispered in her left ear, 'Who else is home?'. She saw herself shaking her head 'Nobody.' She said in a shaky voice. The guy smiled and stared fumbling with her breast and made a face like a retard. Then he started loosening her rob, and in no time it fell to the floor; all the while still holding veronica with one hand.


All of a sudden, from nowhere, Tom landed a blow on the side of the man's face. Then confusion broke out. Tom and the man started wrestling on the floor, veronica ran towards the kitchen screaming, joy just stood there looking at her boyfriend and the strange man wrestling. Then she heard a loud sound. She knew it was a gun shot, but was not sure who was hit. Then the man got up and she saw her boyfriend's body lifeless on the floor.


The man started moving towards her, and then she felt a hand push her aside, and veronica ran in on the man with a knife, screaming and stabbing the man continuously around the groin area. Then there was another loud sound and she saw her friend collapse to the floor. The man took some steps towards her before he dropped to the ground. She knew he was dead when his grip on the gun loosened.
Then she stood there staring at the three lifeless bodies on the floor, and all of a sudden, like she was aware of the fact that they were all dead, she started screaming and running towards the door. She didn't make it half-way before she slipped and fell. She slipped from the milk that spilled on the floor from the glass that had earlier dropped from her.


Breathing was hard, and then she started coughing blood. A piece of glass had cut her throat and she was bleeding uncontrollably. Within seconds, she was lying lifeless in her own pool of blood.


Within 5 minutes 4 people died. 3 homicide, 2 gun inflicted deaths, 1 knife inflicted; The last death, accidental. But even "Sherlock Holmes" wouldn't know what really happened.



The END

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RealJenny:


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