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 Literature/Writing Ads › Re: New Nigerian “writer-friendly” Book Publishing Company With No Author Fee by Jetjacky(m): 8:11am On Sep 02, 2017 |
| Literature/Writing Ads › Re: New Nigerian “writer-friendly” Book Publishing Company With No Author Fee by Jetjacky(m): 6:57am On Sep 01, 2017 |
Nice. I'm interested |
| Phones › Re: Top 8 Smartphones With 4G Support And Big Batteries That Cost Less Than N50,000 by Jetjacky(m): 8:41pm On Aug 31, 2017 |
spreado:Thanks. |
| Phones › Re: Top 8 Smartphones With 4G Support And Big Batteries That Cost Less Than N50,000 by Jetjacky(m): 8:40pm On Aug 31, 2017 |
NaijaTechGuy:homtom ht5 |
| Phones › Re: Top 8 Smartphones With 4G Support And Big Batteries That Cost Less Than N50,000 by Jetjacky(m): 4:11pm On Aug 31, 2017 |
spreado:how much? |
| Phones › Re: Top 8 Smartphones With 4G Support And Big Batteries That Cost Less Than N50,000 by Jetjacky(m): 1:27pm On Aug 31, 2017 |
NaijaTechGuy:the first one you didn't mention it's size and other major specs. |
| Health › Re: 2 Indian Doctors Arguing During Operation, Video Goes Viral by Jetjacky(m): 12:22pm On Aug 31, 2017 |
Abiagirl777:true, and nice dp. Your son? |
| Jobs/Vacancies › Re: 5 Tips To Help You Get A Job Abroad From Nigeria by Jetjacky(m): 8:11am On Aug 31, 2017 |
have you gotten the job? Nice write-up Which country are working for now? 12 Likes 1 Share |
| Celebrities › Re: Linda Ikeji Interviewed By CNN by Jetjacky(m): 7:10pm On Aug 29, 2017 |
coolcatty:the bashing is really low. He asked a question, meant for another, and you threw at dehumanizing words. Let's live by example. |
| Poems For Review › Re: When Your Sword Pierced My Heart by Jetjacky(op): 6:23am On Aug 27, 2017 |
GRACEGLORY:Thanks. |
| Education › Re: Knowledge That Might Save Your Life One Day by Jetjacky(m): 11:39pm On Aug 26, 2017 |
LastMumu:what about sucking the snake poison out? |
| Literature › Re: My Short Stories. by Jetjacky(op): 11:26pm On Aug 26, 2017 |
It was barely a second later when he felt it, the fire burning in his chest. He retrieved his fang, feeling his throat dry. It was like he was tasty yet he couldn't breathe; but that was not all, he smelt it, he felt it: at his chest was a wooden stick fixed. Smoke wafted through it, followed by fire; at this point, he knew he was done for. For a lasting memory, he found her gaze, those wonderful orbs he would never know the color of. She wasn't smiling, she was sad, and for a moment he thought how it would have been to see her smile. Sadly, in a blink of an eye he was no more than a body of ash and bones. |
| Literature › Re: My Short Stories. by Jetjacky(op): 11:25pm On Aug 26, 2017 |
It was later in the evening that they finally got what they sort: the chief priest had heard about their activities in their land and had directed able bodied youths to convey the strangers to him. Standing before him, and having aired their minds, the chief relayed to them all he knew about the Night Demon, which wasn't much, but it was all they needed. Sometimes it's funny in a twisted way how life tricks you when you are about to fall, on that day things will be so good: the sky would be very bright and clear; the moon’s silvery rays will be so full and enthralling you feel like having a stroll beneath its touch, and the sun will fill your world with a bright feeling that corrupts your heart. The same was what Ferdinand felt today. He couldn't explain it, it made him dance atop his tree home, jumping from one tree branch to another; it made him check the sun position more times than he ever had during his hunting days; and all this was because a bird had whispered, whispered a surprise waiting for him. He knew and he couldn't wait to meet this woman and her band who felt they could challenge him. He thought about it, and he admired her bravery and foolishness, it was only a matter of time now and he would have her; after killing her partners he intend to take her along with him, for the bird had also whispered that she was a thing to behold. Around 9pm five person were held bound by five strong youths who didn't give them much of a chance to even flex their arms. They stood before a T junction, standing at the down stroke and not the top. The moon shine her brilliant silver, like she was so expectant to witness the full surprise that was about to ensue. Her light rested on everything on her path, including the flute rested on the chief priest hands. With it he played a beautiful short note that ignited fear rather than warmth in the hearts of those present. Just moments later something expected yet dreaded by the villagers occurred: a swarm of ugly bat's showcased their artistic wings and abilities to fly, in the night sky. Followed by this was a blur that they all awaited for. It halted before them in a blink, revealing the person of the Night Demon. He leaked his tongue when he arrived, gazing hungrily at his sumptuous meals. Oh how he would love to pierce through men skin, and to take the women back to his abode to finish them up slowly. A nice feeling, he couldn't suppress. However there was a matter he couldn't suppress either. Turning to the chief priest, he dashed closer, and was amused when the old man cowarded back. “Where is she?” he said, so calmly one would have mistook the conversation for a friendly one. “who?” the chief priest stuttered with his eyes blinking like the feathers of a butterfly in flight. “You know who! Don't play games with me” Ferdinand said as he grabbed the man on his throat and pressed lovingly while raising him up to his toes. “if you don't tell me, you are dead, along side with her. If you do tell me however, I might consider leaving you alive. What do you say?” A sharp breath intake was all it took get him to know he had been outsmarted. When he turned, he could find a wooden stick stuck to his rib. The stick ignited within him a kind of pain he had never experienced: it burned his body contents and threatened to render him unconscious. Eyeing the perpetrator, he found her, Felicia, standing two feets from him, her eyes reflecting the moons light, while her lips parted like she meant to say a thing; but Ferdinand would hear none of it as he sped towards her, only to sink his fangs in her jugular. She gasped as he broke skin and he almost regretted his decision, almost, because of her beauty; but then he tasted her blood and it was intoxicating like wine. |
| Literature › Re: My Short Stories. by Jetjacky(op): 11:06pm On Aug 26, 2017 |
Once When Beast Met Beauty. Back when the only music that reigned were the sound of crickets, frogs, and their friends, in the night when men were calm enough to hear and appreciate their efforts. A darkness broke fort from the embrace of trees and forest occupants. Its focus was on the people of Odigbo, and sooner than later terror spread her wings in the large community. People were no longer safe: children could not go out to play, and adults were uncertain of their return once they stepped out of their homes. This darkness was nicknamed Night Demon, for it struck in the night, and it's skin and eyes were as dark as tar. This darkness was no other than Ferdinand. He loved his nickname for it represented him fine: a demon who's fangs were weapons to draw blood. There was a feeling he treasured, a feeling he treasured than hunger; it was a feeling that made his heart swirl, his vein pulsate and his eyes role in as his mind went blank. It was a feeling like no other, and it was only found each time he cornered his victim as they screamed, each time he tore their skin, each time he felt their blood galloping down his throat: and it was one thing that made him keep coming for more. For a year the occupants of Odigbo were forced to live as preys running for their lives, and each night, no matter how they tried they ended up losing someone. As time drifted by, and hope felt like a decayed leaf, it was apparent something had to be done, and they decided it was wise to make him their god. But this effort didn't in anyway make light their affliction, if anything was achieve it was the legal branding of slaughter: every three days, at 9pm under the command and supervision of their Chief priest, selected youths where dispatched to people's homes to brake in and collect someone's loved one. Tears will row, from mother to father, from father to children, depending on who was taken because they knew it was the last time they would see again. At the end, five person would be brought to stay the hands of Ferdinand. Any time they slacked in their duty, Ferdinand was delighted to kill triple of the agreed amount before the next day. It was sickening, but another problem raised it's ugly head in the minds of Odigbo. It was a thought they couldn't not wiggle off for it spoke the truth: how do we survive if an alarming amount of five loved ones had to be murdered in other to keep one devil alive and happy? Certainly, rebellion and mass hunt were two friends that approached at the corner. Felicia had always been a beautiful maiden, and even now she remained so: her hair was the color of the sky in a dark night, it flowed like water and shined like glass; Her eyes boasted of a chocolate iris; and her skin bore the same resemblance to her eyes. Felicia was an ardent believe of God. She read and treasured her Bible, and won't give it up for something else. Having decided to face the darkness she and her brethren in the south communities have heard, her brethren sent her off, together with few fellow envagelist to assit her on her quest. Upon Reaching Odigbo she felt her heart inflate like a balloon and it threatened to burst while warm tears streaked her visage like a lost trail of water on a glass screen. “We have to save them,” she said, wiggling her head left to right like she couldn't keep it steady. “we have to save them all, and by the grace of God send that abomination back to hell!” “Amen!” her companions chorused. Around 4pm Felicia and her crew had arranged their needed Instruments. They didn't plan on staying much, hence they didn't bother scouting for a place to stay, rather they spent their time getting to know the community and it's occupants. Those they approached for information regarding the nature of this demon only stuttered like they were plagued with cold before running off, or turning them off. |
| Literature › Re: My Short Stories. by Jetjacky(op): 11:05pm On Aug 26, 2017 |
All stories written here are all right reserved |
| Literature › My Short Stories. by Jetjacky(op): 11:01pm On Aug 26, 2017 |
Hi guys, thanks for clicking on this thread. I hav all these short stories written by me which I intend to share with you guys, I hope you like them once you have read them. It's a continuous thing for now; and hopefully soon I would be posting a full story here on nairaland. Till then.   |
| Phones › Re: Unboxing The Infinix Note 4 Pro X571 With X-pen In The Box For N70,500 (pics) by Jetjacky(m): 7:58pm On Aug 25, 2017 |
jtigwell0:It happens, you just have to lead them to think logically about their reality. 1 Like |
| Phones › Re: Unboxing The Infinix Note 4 Pro X571 With X-pen In The Box For N70,500 (pics) by Jetjacky(m): 7:49pm On Aug 25, 2017 |
jtigwell0:you can't really understand how warm I feel within me right now to have met another flat earther here. 1 Like |
| Politics › Re: Don’t Instigate Another War, Kanu Tells Buhari by Jetjacky(m): 6:15pm On Aug 25, 2017 |
a very logical, factual and valid argument; a composition that states truth in the face of liars. I love. |
| Phones › Re: 3 Things The New Nokia 8 Can Do That Your Infinix Or Tecno Phone Can't Do by Jetjacky(m): 2:10pm On Aug 20, 2017 |
I love! |
| Poems For Review › Re: When Your Sword Pierced My Heart by Jetjacky(op): 1:28am On Aug 18, 2017 |
Queerworld:Thanks bro. |
| Poems For Review › Re: When Your Sword Pierced My Heart by Jetjacky(op): 10:41pm On Aug 17, 2017 |
Teaveapoet:Thanks |
| Poems For Review › When Your Sword Pierced My Heart by Jetjacky(op): 10:13pm On Aug 17, 2017 |
My spirit is broken within me, My spirit is broken within me, You have betrayed me, My lover, my friend. You whispered true love when thou camest. You stole my heart with your expression, Now you have dug an earth for me. I thought you loved me, I thought you cared, I opened my heart, and you tore it out of its nest. You are cruel, you are not a friend, You said I should never leave you, But you left me first. Your hands were warm when you came, Now your cold trail remains, As my head bows down in pain. You broke me, I can't quench this pain My heart keeps twisting, And I lie in tears. You think I don't care, You think I don't do my best? You were wrong when you slew me again. My innocence cannot be broken, Because in truth I stand, I hoped to gain you, but you threw me from the cliff. Bother not yourself, don't you turn again, Let me fall a thousand feet, And lay my head in pain. How many times will this heart heal itself? How many times will I hope, Only to be smashed again. I'm tired, I have done no wrong, All I ever wanted, Was to make someone smile. How can I talk, how can I laugh? Thank you for taken me back, To my past and pain. Goodbye to you, if only I could say it out. My heart still remains alive, While my body wreaths in pain. Your actions are a sword, A swift sword crafted from death, In your words and action, you pierced me in. In, in the chest that held much warmth and love, Despite my past I told you, In your sword went. Walk, yes walk agent of death, Leave me to lay in peace, Walk and make another your next. I cannot forget, To my mind another memory went, Forsake me, and cover me in red. Forsake me, Pierce me, This old heart of mine, Have learnt to survive in pain. I wished I could be loved, I wished I could show the world how to love, but another's misunderstanding has laid my heart bare. Let me close my eyes, Maybe I shall find what I seek in the other veil, Or maybe I was birthed too good to be here. 2017 © Copyright Ihuoma Emmanuel all rights reserved
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| TV/Movies › Re: Pay TV Revolution: Nigerians To Save N9.34tr From Subscription by Jetjacky(m): 10:01pm On Aug 17, 2017 |
samsobo24:cool! Let it branch east and south soon |
| TV/Movies › Re: Pay TV Revolution: Nigerians To Save N9.34tr From Subscription by Jetjacky(m): 12:26pm On Aug 17, 2017 |
samsobo24:Thanks bro for taking your time to e me this. I believe this is really a great step, however I have one question: will this free TV offer us the usual foreign channels we do enjoy from these private TV broadcasting platforms, along side our home channels? Please answer me. |
| TV/Movies › Re: Pay TV Revolution: Nigerians To Save N9.34tr From Subscription by Jetjacky(m): 11:45am On Aug 16, 2017 |
samsobo24:how does this switch over work in reality, and what are the benefits in reality aside the money drop. You said vidéo on demand: how does this work? Sorry, I can't visualize these.  |
| TV/Movies › Re: Pay TV Revolution: Nigerians To Save N9.34tr From Subscription by Jetjacky(m): 11:40am On Aug 16, 2017 |
| Literature › Re: Seun Osewa Flash Fiction ( Instructions And Discussion Thread by Jetjacky(m): 2:03pm On Aug 14, 2017 |
skarlett:Thanks a mill. Well, I can't say I don't see the truth in you assertion; good luck here. |
| Literature › Re: Seun Osewa Flash Fiction ( Instructions And Discussion Thread by Jetjacky(m): 10:13am On Aug 14, 2017 |
skarlett:Thanks, I already checked that one out, and have done my part. Did you drop any fruit of your imagination there? |
| Romance › Re: Why Is It So Hard To Find A Caring, Supportive, Loving Boyfriend Nowadays? by Jetjacky(m): 1:43am On Aug 14, 2017 |
chibaby1990:you are not looking. |
| Literature › Re: Lilyjoe Wins Nairaland 200-Word Competition by Jetjacky(m): 12:28am On Aug 14, 2017 |
Wanderlustafrik, you are really determined: you are still online, and on this thread, waiting, waiting for something beautiful to read. Nice. |
| Literature › Re: Seun Osewa Flash Fiction ( Instructions And Discussion Thread by Jetjacky(m): 12:14am On Aug 14, 2017 |
skarlett:thank God. please do notify me of any new comptions that comes up. Thanks. |
