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It was our first ever
'Started out calmly
Then it became heated
Gradually
His eyes got red
He was blazing with fury
I was irritated
And I did respond slyly
Then I heard a clap
But it wasn't really a clap
Two palms didn't strike themselves
So change the see to hess
A thick graft of brawny phalanges
Smacked bliss out of my rosy cheek
It felt frenzy at first
Like a bell was ringing in my ears
My vessels pulsed like they would burst
And life seemed everly blur
Stars still hovering around me
I picked my bag and made to leave
His softened frame blocked my way
Soberly, he began to plead
Without a word I walked away
Lest someday he'll make me bleed
Once beaten, run for your life my dear
Is a quote I once told a friend
A slap before saying "I do"
Means flowers on my tombstone for honeymoon
That's if I last long enough for a wedding party
Cos no matter what, a gentleman never hits a lady...

Hello it's just one more week to go. I need you guys to vote my story for the etisalat flash fiction award.

https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1991 (https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1991)

story below
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.

Chrome browser and Firefox browser are the best options to vote with. Log into facebook on either of the browsers, open the link https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1991 (https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1991) in another tab and click the like icon on the link. click continue in the facebook tab that pops up, click the like icon on the link again. The number of votes should increase by one, if not click again. Thanks.

Hello nairalanders, it's just one more week to go. I need you guys to vote my story for the etisalat flash fiction award.

https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1991

story below
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.

Chrome browser and Firefox browser are the best options to vote with. Log into facebook on either of the browsers, open the link https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1991 in another tab and click the like icon on the link. click continue in the facebook tab that pops up, click the like icon on the link again. The number of votes should increase by one, if not click again. Thanks.

HelenaG:
@omeira Voted no123. Kindly reciprocatet https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=2454

Thank you

Voted #105 @ HelenaG

HelenaG:
@omeira Voted no123. Kindly reciprocatet https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=2454

Thank you

Voted #105

I'm a big big big fan of this genre. Double applause kayo80. More ink to your pen.

Creeza:
flashfox ok for this? CAUSE FB says ' error' . I used Uc web browser tho!

Voting doesn't go well with UC and Operamini. Please try using Firefox or chrome browser. Thanks.

[quote author=HelenaG post=51007297]Hi Afolabi, would you like to exchange votes with me? I vote for you and you reciprocate? My link is https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=2454

Thank you.

That would be cool @ HelenaG

Mehn, the story is Bam. Hope Kate doesn't get hurt sha. Thanks Creeza.
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.
https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1991
Please read and vote my story DIRGE by Afolabi Mariam for the etisalat flash fiction contest. Open the link https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1991 in your chrome or Firefox browser, click the like icon on the blue panel, log in and click continue in the facebook tab that pops up and click the like icon again till the number increases by one showing that you've voted, thanks.

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.
https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1991
Click this like icon on the link, log in and continue in facebook, click the like icon on the blue panel again till the number increases by one. Thanks.

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.

Hello everyone
Please read and vote my story for the etisalat flash fiction contest by copying this link to your chrome or Firefox browser.
https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1991
Click this like icon on the link, log in and continue in facebook, click the like icon on the blue panel again till the number increases by one. Thanks.

Cool story Leriebloom, your words are alluring.
Please read and vote my story for the etisalat flash fiction by copying this link to your chrome or Firefox browser.
https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1991
Click this like icon on the link, log in and continue in facebook, click the like icon on the blue panel again till the number increases by one. Thanks.

Cool awesome story Leriebloom. + I'm a big fan of this genre

Cool awesome story Leriebloom. + I'm a big fan of this
genre. Well-done

This is one badass story. I enjoyed it from the start to the finish. Great work Clemzy16

This is one badass story. Great work Clemzy16