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BrainArk:
Please abeg update like twice in three days oo, in fact make it twice in a day self..... I check for update like doctor's prescription three times in the morning, three times in the afternoon and 3 times at night... So tey I con dey take ur storey dream.

Lol! This guy is a 'sit down' comedian. How was your day? I rarely have spare time these daya but I'm getting some crazy ideas that I want to put down in this story....pray I can write another update before the end of tomorrow.




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BrainArk:
The chapter were you left us in, and we can't even remember it cos it is almost a year since you've abandon this, hope you will be dropping more updates frequently.

Chai
You murdered me there
For Lawd sake its not up to two months na....a year? why evuls?

Anyways, it does seem like a year sha....

I will do my.....can't even say it....make ah no go disappoint again.
If you can push me sha....I may be able to drop updates at least twice in three days.

This may sound funny but I can't even recall what chapter we are in...
Someone toggle my memory plzzz.....

His heart did a flip as he beheld the scene ahead of him. He could not see what was going on but he saw droplets of blood on the floor and they were gradually forming a pool. He tried all his best to free his hands but it seemed that Harris had done a good job in tying him.
Silence fell and all he could hear was the labored breathing coming from the altar where the two people he cared about laid. He had no doubt that it was from Cordelia and he had the strongest believe that something bad was going to happen if he didn’t react on time. He looked around but felt helpless as there was nothing around and nothing he could do. He had never felt this helpless, not in a long while. He felt like crying, and indeed tears were beginning to form on the corner of his now reddened eye. How was he going to watch a strange force just take away those that had given him life, that had made him look forward to better days. He would die from regret surely. Just then, he heard a roof shattering scream, a feminine one and he looked as Nora raised a hand up, he caught sight of the razor sharp edge of a long knife. He heard some whispering no doubt some enchantment before she stabbed the life out of one of his family. He couldn’t take it any longer and felt as though the life force was draining out of him. Just then, he heard a sound coming from around him, it was a soft non-lyrical sound. He felt himself being pulled away from the ground where he had been tied and the ropes, that had bound him so tight he couldn’t twist or turn, just fell off. He wasn’t sure they actually fell off. It had felt more like, he had moved out of them. He noticed he was getting closer to the gathering where they gathered and as he glided towards them, the ground shook.

There was an air of shock as all attention was turned to him at once. The people looked like they had caught sight of a ghostly being. Knees were bent involuntarily and followed by heads bowing down. The knife had fallen from the possessed Nora and she and Harris were the only ones left standing.
He saw the reflection of his eyes from hers as he looked at her. They were as colorless as daylight. Instinctively, he touched Nora’s forehead and felt a surge of power enter him and immediately, he saw Nora’s body drop to the floor, motionless. He felt no sense of panic and did the same thing to Harris to make two it two bodies on the floor.

Cordelia had untied herself and had her hand clasped against her ears, same with Mr. Logan. Only then did he realize that he had been producing a high pitched hiss from his mouth. He stopped immediately and as though rehearsed, the people who had all the while had their heads bowed, raised them slightly higher and began producing a soft whistling only it didn’t sound like whistling at all. He could actually decipher what they were saying. They all had one thing to say in unison.
“All hail the Thorank king!”

Alright...I'm on guys...I had to draw out another plot. Just wrote an update. Tell me if you like it




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Omo! And so I lost my jotter where I had scripted the way I wanted the story to go oo...Hw will it be na?


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So sorry guys. No love lost, just some restrictions here and there but I know you'll understand.

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Hi everyone,

I've been out for so long. Its anyone still interested in this story? I can't seem to find time these days but I would really love to complete this piece.

Lemme know if anyone's still with me?



Cheers to your success.


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Tenniebae I see you. Hope you're enjoying the piece?

nastynic:
still following,
go check blood for blood,the club, the auction, Caleb, nephilim, dairy of a broke playboy, adaobi(completed).the fire wall etc...
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Thanks. I stumbled upon that diary of a broke playboy...haven't read the rest.

You might have noticed the last update wz kinda distorted somewhat. It wasn't deliberate. I just wanted to write something very quick. I so wanna get this piece done and dusted with. I live in the LG where a protest against BEDC was done yesterday. Light here is that bad. Pray I can do this to completion before January 2017 runs out.

Missed seeing some peepz here.

What piece have you guyz bin hooked up with...do share so I can go thru sometime with you. I'm looking to improve my writing...


Much love...


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Compliment of the season guys. The year 2017 will be your finest yet.

2016 came with so much to be thankful for. Although, it also had its down moment (lost almost 100k doing business) but I thank God I'm still alive. There's more to come...



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His scream rent the air as he turned back to see Harris brandishing the dagger as blood dripped from it. Nora held onto his leg and began dragging him backward outside of the tomb. It was a long and painful journey for George as Nora took no caution in dragging him out. His back ached painfully from being swept along stones and pebbles along the path. Harris followed behind with a saucer in hand.
“Nora!”
He tried to connect with her but it seemed like the Nora he knew was lost. Her eyes were now fully white and her hair loose flowing in tandem with the wind. She looked like a witch possessed to the brim with powers. He was at lost for what to do. And he was beginning to lose strength. Her speed increased and he began to feel the blood flowing to his head.
They got outside but she still didn’t stop. They continued until they came to a clearing deep in the woods. He was tied up propped against a cherry tree and Nora got the saucer from Harris with which she used in collecting some of George’s blood. Pain and panic flowed through him, intertwined. She began setting up an altar with sticks that were there suddenly. He hadn’t seen them when they arrived but in a blink they had appeared. He wondered what she was doing. She seemed very well composed as though she had performed the ritual before. What was possessing her mind? Could he connect with her in any way? He knew he had to do something and very fast. In no time, she was done setting up the altar, she placed the saucer on it. And then she held out her palms, they both locked at the wrist and facing the fire.
“Enflammare!”

He couldn’t believe what she just did. And true to it, a fire started and began burning the wood. In no time, the blood began to boil in the saucer and the vapor began to go up. Nora and Harris held their hands and began to do some incantations. George, now exhausted could no longer keep his eyes open. He rested his head against the tree and allowed himself to be drifted into oblivion.
Immediately his eyes closed, he saw himself in a very large field with the grasses overgrown. They had their tassels as tall as himself.
“Where am I?”
He began running towards the east end pushing the grasses that stood in the way but the more he ran, the farther the end seemed. He kept on running still until he began to feel fatigued. He stopped to catch his breath.
“What am I doing here?”
He tried to recall how he came here but his memory seemed to be in chaos as he couldn’t make anything of the stream of thoughts that were flooding in. It was then he noticed that he actually hadn’t been feeling the touch of the grasses as he ran.
“Am I, no!” He couldn’t even bring himself to pronounce the word. He tried to do magic.

“Enflammare!”.

Nothing happened where the grasses in front of him was suppose to be in flames. He wondered if the experience he was having was real. Suddenly, he heard a voice from above him. He looked up to see Gofrin smiling sheepishly at him.

“Welcome home!”

He was shocked and would not take the hand stretched out to him. If this was his Paradise surely Gofrin wouldn’t be there. But then again, the building behind him had looked exactly how he had expected his Paradise to look like. The gate made of gold and the Gofrin, the gateman with servants holding trays of chicken and precious wine and Mr. Logan waiting for him with a specially designed robe. But looking closely at Mr. Logan, he took notice that he was limping, if only slightly. Something he did in reality. That must be so wrong for he had been made to know that in Paradise, they was no fault. He immediately doubted the sincerity of what he saw and pushed Gofrin’s hand a second time as he reached for him.

“This isn’t paradise. I demand to go back now.” The words echoed over the place and was sustained for over a minute.
Gofrin’s expression changed immediately and became very angry. He tried to forcefully to take George’s hand but George quickly meandered his way and escaped his grip. He caught Mr. Logan smiling. He thought he saw him waving towards him. As he made to eave back, he began to be drawn away. He opened his eyes to see Mr. Logan and his daughter on the altar with his blood crossed on their forehead and no less than twenty people gathering around them.

His eyes burned crimson and he seemed not to remember anything about himself save for the urgent need to kill either of them. They kept the carved stick from him or any stick for that matter. George had him tied with cords. They had to push him along with them as they went.
“Kill! Her!Kill Him! “ He kept saying these words as they moved down the tunnel. Soon they came to an opening and saw what looked like where the Lord Thorank was buried. It was the most beautiful work of art that George had ever seen. The headstone was made of pure gold and the body lined with diamond. The casing was transparent and they could see his body beneath and for some reason they hadn’t decayed. George ran his hand down the edge which were made of emerald. This was one way to bury a king. He saw the hollow where the scepter ought to have been and apparently Nora saw it too for she came towards him and examined it. George heaved the sceptre upwards just as Nora was about to remove her hands so it could fit in but suddenly the phalanges of the corpse gripped her hand.

“Ahhhh! “
She screamed so loud that the place shook. He turned towards her and tried helping her break free but it didn’t do much. He then turned to his magic.
“Flumensia! “
It drove the hand to release Nora’s but before she could leave, it had caught her again with more pressure that the fingers dug into her skin. She began to cry and this made George very angry.
“Navidad!”
There was a rush of wind which shook the tomb and was almost going to sweep the corpse away but still it held on to Nora and something else was beginning to happen to her. She was going pale, a shade darker than snow. Her eyes were now dilating and turning white, the same shade Harris’ own were. And suddenly a cold wind swept through the place and in a twinkle, Harris was free from his entanglement. He was now at least four times fatter than he was and bigger too. He approached George with such fierceness that would make even a skilled magician scared Before George sprang into action and began spelling.

“Solenoid! “

Nothing. He edged further.
“Rimantraxl! “

Nothing seemed to hold him back and he was ever so close to getting him. George used a screening spell to shield himself.
“Bufferia!”
He tried breaking through but it was too strong. George heaved a sigh of relief and was going to fall on his knees when he felt something pressed into his back.

cyber5:
Pabon This is a Masterpiece; You had me glued to this story.

And come and update oooo biko

My guy I will try oo... Maybe I'll drop a short one... Lemme put on my thinking cap.

These guys didn't restore power yesterday oo...

I'm only just coming online now... And my battery charges with snail speed... It's Tecno 8H.

It's currently 7% after like 1 hour plus.