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The Loose End

The four men grabbed her at the junction and took her to the warehouse. Her name was Ada.

Beckley was one of the kidnappers. He had just joined the gang but he needed to prove to The Boss that he was worthy. But the moment he saw Ada, he knew he would not allow her to be killed.

The Boss was a psychopath; he enjoyed killing. He would kill off his victims after the ransom had been paid.

"Tying up loose ends," The Boss would always say.

Beckley rose up in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep and stole into the room where Ada was kept.

Ada watched as he walked towards her and released the gag from her mouth.

"If you do exactly as I say, you will walk out of here alive." He loosened the ropes that tied her hands.

He led her out of the building to where he had parked the car. They both got in and they drove off.

"Please give me your phone, let me call my dad."

Beckley drove all night long. He was taking Ada to her father.

They arrived at the location the following morning. He was shocked to see The Boss waiting for them at the exact address Ada had told him.

As he got out of the car, The Boss said only four words: "You are not worthy."

It had all been a test. He was the loose end. He was shot by the same woman he rescued.

Larry Sun,
January 2020

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fieryy:
Perhaps, I am also. I thought it was too much as well lol

You're not.

daisy004:
Oga Larrysun I have been following ur stories and they are one of the best
But I have to be honest with you..
you are killing the flow of this story with this one update every Sunday regime,at least three to five updates wud be much better.
I always forget a preceding update anytime I read a new one.there is no more thrill nd suspense,sometimes I even forget to update the story self and when I do its disappointing to see just 2 updates in 2weeks!
This story will have more followership if u increase the updates.
my 2 cents

Thank you so much for your suggestion. However, if you can't wait for the weekly updates, you are free to buy subsequent updates at N50 each. I try to remind my readers after each update. Don't worry about the followership, dear. I have those who are buying the updates. And I am sincerely grateful to them all.

Cheers,

LSD �

None of you men are romantic.

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dhesire:
I'm anticipating tomorrow's update like....

Mr Larrysun please don't disappoint o

I won't.

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HisGrace0000001:
This is the Larrysun I used to know.
Now I believe without any iota of doubt that [/b]Larrysun is back[b]

Welcome back sir.
It's really nice to have you back, honestly.
May the good God continue to bless you, Amen.

Thank you, bro. May God bless you too.

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BurnaKing21:
Best story so far.....thanks sir

Thank you so much, sir. �

Mrmoore14:
Thanks for the update..... I already knw wat to expect wen the great LarrySun penned down the words!!

Thanks for following.

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Sidney Sheldon didn't write Mistress of the Game.

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VanTee20:
It will be great to have you around sir. Kindly pm me your WhatsApp number or send a message to the number I posted up there.

Okay. I will.

Divepen1:
I believe it's still scifi

It does not have any scientific explanation.

I'm not into Fantasy writing, but I'm planning to delve into it sometimes in the future. However, I have an incomplete work that leans on time travel, but I don't think it falls under the Sci-fi category.

Do I qualify?

IamPlato:
Larrysun! I Like Your Writing... I Also Write and I Also Do Mystery but My Favourite Is Apocalypse and Horror... I Have Got various Books To Publish, I Also Remember When I Started unlike You I Didnt Hid It i Just Gave It To A Friend Who Read It and The Guy Never Allowed Me Rest he Wanted It Completed, more People Came Into The Picture and All Wanted To Read. Even The School I Was Teaching Then, the Students Kept Coming To Disturb me.

One Of My Mystery Book Was So Interesting That Somebody Stole The Blue Print, I Still Do Not Know Who. After That I Stopped Giving Out My Books. I Posted A Story Here Titled "MARY" although Its The Rough Version but People Loved It, people From Outside Nigeria Request To Take It To Their blogs. People Have Sent Me Money For Free Just Because They loved My Work.


Just Of Recent Somebody Called Me A "Scribe of God" Lol.

I Love Your Writing Larry, the Way You Start Will Capture Readers First Hand... I Have A Mystery book I Am Working On "Who Killed Billy Lake?"

Lovely.

True Stupidity

I had just moved down to Ikorodu from Sango August last year. I was alone quietly at work when my old secondary school friend, Ibrahim, called me (only God knows how he got my number) and told me that Chimezie, our landlord's fourth son would be having the naming ceremony of his first child the following day. The silly Ibrahim sugar-coated everything, saying Chimezie was now very wealthy and the ceremony would be the talk of the town for two big cows had already been killed and more cows had boarded a bus from abattoir. I was so excited. My excitement trebled when Ndubuisi, the immediate elder brother of the new father, asked me which kind of 'olosho' should be kept for me.

I was breathing hard as I pictured the adventure I would have. For the first time in my life, I would be serviced by call-girls. I screamed at the top of my voice that two ladies with big endowments should be reserved for me. I was already seeing myself in paradise as I imagined a hot party that awaited me.

The next day, I took a false leave from work and jumped in the next available bus leaving Ikorodu for Oshodi; and from Oshodi, I took another one to Ijaye, my old area. I was so excited. I wished I could just fly. I eventually arrived at the venue at around 4pm. The first thing that caught me as strange was the fact that I saw just two canopies. Two canopies! I had thought the whole street would be filled with tents, considering the wealth of someone who had just returned from Dubai for his child's naming ceremony. The guests were not more than sixty or sixty-one. Fear gripped my heart. I searched around for any evidence of cows, there was nothing like that. I almost searched the toilets, but something told me they would not keep cows in the toilets. What if the guests wanted to take a leak?

I was overcome with fear. I decided to seek out the idiot who called me and fed me different stories. I was sure he would explain better what was going on. I found him under a plantain tree smoking weed and drinking something that had been mixed with Codeine or Gamalin 20, I don't know. Ibrahim was as stoned as the biblical Stephen. He was not in the right state of mind to tell me what had happened to the cows. Hell, I gave up on him when he started calling me Adekunle Gold.

I decided that the next course of action was to find Chimezie and his brother. I eventually saw the brother. He was so excited to see me. He hugged me tight, introduced me to his friends, then he proceeded to tax me. What the hell? I was hearing 'at all at all na him bad'. He was urging me to drop something for the boys. The 'boys' he was referring to were men in their late forties. I had to drop about a thousand naira before the 'boys' released me. They were ready to beat the country's recession out of me.

I managed to take Ndubuisi aside and asked him about the two 'oloshos' he had reserved for me. He looked at me for what seemed like eternity, as if I had asked the world's most ridiculous question. Then he started preaching to me to give my life to Christ. Yes, Ndubuisi, Ndubuisi of all people, told me to give my life to Christ. For a moment, I wondered if one witch from my mother's village had carved out an effigy of me and was now defecating on it. What had I dragged myself into?

I decided to go and sit among the rest of the frustrated guests, hoping that we would be served. We were served quite alright...with toothpicks. I collected my own stick of toothpick with the expectation that food would be arriving soon. It didn't take long before the 'menu-menu' arrived, just four hours' time. I couldn’t even find my toothpick anymore, and while the other guests were being served some miserable plates of rice whose meat had to be seen with the aid of a microscope, one evil spirit was causing the servers to serve everyone around me minus me. One even had the guts to give me a plate of food to pass to the person sitting behind me. I wanted to keep the food for myself but on seeing the angry face of the gentlehulk behind me, I calmly performed my civic duty. I had no choice but to be my brother's keeper.

I was still waiting for my food about an hour later when everyone had left and the plates were washed. I admit, I shed tears. As I went back to Ikorodu that night, I made a vow that I would revenge. The baby was a girl. I vowed that in the next twenty years when the girl would be getting married, I would attend and reveal to everyone how I had been maltreated during the bride's naming ceremony.

Obviously, revenge isn't a virtue, because two days after that event, I was robbed of my phone and money in Oshodi.

LSD
February, 2017

Strange things happen. It depends on whether you believe them or not. Oblige me to tell you about my own strange experience. Some of you may believe it, others might dismiss it as a mere propaganda. Whether it's the truth or not, it is left for your judgement.

My name is Jaja. Twenty-one years ago, when I was only ten years old, I was involved in an accident. I was travelling with my parents when a truck from nowhere ram into our car. All I knew before I lost consciousness was that something very heavy crushed the left side of my face. But I woke up in my room later without a scratch on me. Even my parents were fine. It was just as if the accident never occurred; not even my parents talked about it. But I knew for sure that the accident did occur.

Now twenty-one years later on April 12th, I was walking down the quiet and seemingly deserted street of my area to purchase some beans cakes when a young boy of about ten years old walked up to me. The boy was bloody, the left side of his face was dented in and blood gushed out of the wound. Even his left eye was crushed into the inner socket.

He said one sentence to me before he walked away and disappeared into the wind, "You and your parents will be dead in a motor accident in twenty-one years' time."

The wind blew heavily. There was a splitting headache in my head. I felt like I was in a conduit between the world of the living and the dead. It was very obvious, the boy who approached me was me from the past. He was wearing the same clothes I wore during the accident of twenty-one years ago. He was a ghost. He was a ghost of me.

LSD
April, 2017