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Hantonia:
Hmm Suspectin Dat Meat Seller Benedict Stevenson Is Innocent Guy U Try O Dis Story Is A Blast Joined Nl Becos Of Dis Story

OluwabuqqyYOLO:
If, eventually, Steve happens to be the killer, the story won't be extraordinary. Souloho, I am very sure of you. The killer is not Steve. Someone else must have known who Steve was. That someone else is simply a copycat of Steve's past. I suspect someone close to Steve himself. But, who?

piroux:
I really enjoyed this.

absoul:
Rat Attack

I never liked being a rat, its been terrible. The humans hate you and always literally look down on you. They're always trying to kill you and to top it off, we're at the bottom of the food chain. I mean the very bottom.
I hate being a rat with everything in me, hate living from hand to mouth-literally and I hate the fact that I have to scavenge for food to survive and most of all, I hate being called a sewa rat. But the sewage is the most accommodating place for my clan. But still I had dreams, yes rats can dream too. I had a dream to discover the life of luxury and be looked upon as some sort of saviour who would deliver my clan from its pitiable existence, from scurrying about underground in filth, avoiding being seen by man and other predators when we hunted for food.

I was the only one who had this dream cause everyone seemed satisfied with the state of things. It was nature, it was the circle of life, we were meant to be constantly relegated to the bottom of the food chain and live in the lowest standard of the eco system.

But I had a dream. And so I set out, moving mostly at night, risking it during the day, taking underground shortcuts and bursting out from different plumbing systems.
I found many beautiful locations the kind i had never seen before but there was always a problem. Sometimes there was a cat, sometimes it was a dog sometimes the house was too cramped and not sufficient to contain the colony which numbered about 5 dozen mice. Not to talk of the expecting mothers. And other times I stumbled on a used satchet of 'rat killer' while I rummaged the trash for food. These humans were not friendly!

Finally by a sheer stroke of luck I happened to find my way up this particular plumbing. At first I was scared, the sheer volume of the house was astonishing and I spent hours moving round, so certain that a wild animal of some sort had to leave here. But then it dawned on me that no one was home.

I spent the night, dug a hole into the air conditioner vent and snuggled there just in case of company. The next morning, my good fortune dawned on me and out of excitement I nibbled everything in sight, which was mostly the wiring of the a/c I had spent the night.
I chose the particular room for our living quarters because there was something elegant about it.
There were pictures on the wall, humans I didn't know but they looked important and what really fascinated me was the table. There were papers neatly arranged and I knew my friends and I would have a swell time nibbling whatever we could get our hands on. There was a piece of clothe, it looked breathtaking although it was quite plain with just two colours: green and white.
I was excited and I took off, retracing my path down to the sewers. I couldn't wait tottell the colony about what I had found. At first they didn't believe me, I had always been the erratic one, the different one and maybe a little 'crazy' but my excitement was contagious coupled with my beautiful description which was exaggerated a bit.
It was decided. We would no longer be sewage rats. We would be high class rodents! We decided to migrate the next day.

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It was a tale of grass to grace. The comfort was priceless and we had drilled dozens of holes around the villa and whenever the women came to clean the place we remained out of sight. The minute they would leave, we would run out of our hiding places.
I loved the chair especially. The way the leather felt on my paws, a sweet sensation and I spent most days rolling on the chair, enjoying the leather scent and wondering the kind of human that sat on it and where he was.

We stayed in our new habitat for over 90 days and by that time we had believed we would stay there forever, we had destroyed wirings, eaten documents and nibbled on the curtains. This had to be rodent heaven.
But they say all good things must come to an end.

Sometime around the 100th day, the men arrived. They wore gloves and carried cannisters, they came in the dead of the night.
They sprayed some kind of chemical that threatened to choke us to death and one of them shouted when he saw one of my brothers run to his hole.

They were going to kill us. It seemed the owner of the house was returning. He had been away for so long and we had enjoyed his house but now we had to run away. It was very clear we would be killed if we didn't run away.
So the next night we moved in the dark. One after the other we dug our way down the plumbing and back to the sewage. We had tasted power for three months and it was sweet but now we needed to go back.

Our evenings are always full of tales and discussions as we reminisce on our short holiday in the unknown man's villa.
Till this day we have no idea the ripple effects our actions caused.
One of these days we'd go up again.


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*FP: August 22

sowole007:
hello peeps...the novel is dope I tell you,suspense full with adrenaline pumping and all...
but wait have you people watch OCTOBER 1? or is it just me? it has the same story line and sequence.
quodus to the writer you did a good job..now let's see wia it all ends hello peeps...the novel is dope I tell you,suspense full with adrenaline pumping and all...
but wait have you people watch OCTOBER 1? or is it just me? it has the same story line and sequence.
quodus to the writer you did a good job..now let's see wia it all ends

repogirl:
This is funny and very well written, but no surprises sha

Although I think Nigerians are not usually so loud. We like to keep personal things like this really close so that 'our enemies' don't jinx it for us.

Good one, Jazzmyne! As usual.

meneski:
Why not dear? Go ahead.

Divepen1:
Jazmiynne,

souloho19:
May ur Aladdin fall on you

succyblinks:
Op I understand how hard it is to write, being a writer myself. But I think that u should have at least half of the story before indulging viewers. This very thing has made lose interest in the whole literature sections cos they keep delaying and the urge for the stories disappear and am sure it happens to others too

So please op, next time have at least half of the story first before posting, I know it's hard to write even for money talk less of writing for pleasure, great story u have here and I really don't want to lose interest

My 2cents