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Optimist1:
I don't know if I give you a clue to improving your grammar, you'd like to follow up.
As a graduate in anticipation, I don't know if you'd like to be reverted. But anyway, if you would, then let me know.

I'm very open to whatever will help improve my writing... I'm hoping on taking this to the next level.

ELMICHELDA:
Wow bro,I love dis story.I just started reading today and I must say I'm impressed, but please update quickly

Thanks

I really want to appreciate the mod who deemed it alright to put up my thread on front page. It so made my day! Thanks a bunch....


Guys despite the fact that I had a VERY hectic day, I'm going to update this story today. It may not be a very long one but I will try to see if I could get the writing juice flowing again... Tis been a while.

Optimist1:
Are you a graduate or still in school?

I just did my final exams but project work is still ongoing.

Optimist1:
I can see your effort, nice one... You only have to improve your tenses, plurality and punctuation where necessary. Nice one once again.

Thanks bro. I shall try to make improvements.

rockhillz:
pabon! pabon!! pabon!!! ehhnnnnn
Congrats my man

My man, Rockhillz! Tis been a while.

I am so sorry guys for letting you feel forgotten. I am now officially a graduate but then project work still keeps me busy.

My bane though has been trying to get used to typing on Android with touch screen feature. I was really fast with keys but it just hasn't clicked for me with screen keys. But I shall try.. Nice to know some people are still interested in my story



#MadeOfMore

It is said the morning sun brings hope for another day. It could be right but what's there to hope for in a world where everything seems so unsettled? One moment you could be bubbling with life and enthusiasm and the next, so heavy from a sorrowful heart. How easily we lose our joy, like a valuable currency in the hands of a toddler. Let the dirge play and fills our voids; the only thing we are certain about is that death must one day visit us all.

Who can find lasting joy in the midst of nothingness? All we hear is the silence that bemoans our soul, tearing at the very core of our existence.

But hey, one must continue to strive. A day could be all required to bring the salvation that has now become our desperate cry.

#MadeOfMore!


While I my have been away from the literature ection for a while, my heart has always been here and no matter how many times I go away, I won't stop till Ivee seen this project concluded.


[big]MADE OF so much MORE!!!

Damilola69:
at last... Nice update

Thanks. Another update ready.

A sense of ease enveloped him and it was so soothing, idyllic. It just seemed like this was the right thing to do. For the first time in as long as he could remember, everything was going to fit in their place. There'd be no chaos, no chasing after shadows, no fantasies. The real deal had finally arrived in a censer crested with gold.

Death.

At the thought, something sparked like the interstices that had been in his brain had suddenly closed up allowing the two nerve endings to once again join in a disharmonious commensialism. It didn't quite feel right and he began to kick as though the vigorous motion of his legs in the water would force them to once again seperate.

But were they evil?

If two things could join so perfectly, then, perhaps, they were made to be for it had been an excellent fit.

Was it right to accept death when you had the chance to fight against it? To have a say even if it were just a modicum bit.

At the instant he was supposed to hit the bottom of the pool, a understanding came to him, with the clarity of crystal, that if he didn't fight the pseudo-pleasantness that came with dying, he'd be gone, wasted. This though didn't quite do the charm and he let himself flow with the current but in split seconds, he remembered the people whose destinies he shouldered. If he allowed himself to be cheaply carried away by the amateur hands of death, many more lives, some probably more demanding than his would be swept away. He would be forever remembered-----

----as the one who never fulfilled destiny, who let his people down.


He spiraled up suddenly, his strokes in tandem with his upthrust. and finally he sighted what seemed like a glimmer of light and headed for it. He noticed movement in the water and stroked faster and just as he was about to surface, he felt something so cold hold unto his ankle and pull him down. He fought hard with all his might but the grip was strong. He was flung down and as he fell he saw its face cause it couldn't have been humane. It had the beak of a fish with greenish eyes that felt so cold, it had a loose tongue that hung out of its mouth as black as the remainder of its face. Its body was as thin as a tadpole's and greatly elongated with a slimy feel to it and it also had webbed feet. As it glided in the water, its tongue dangled from side to side and a shriek with a very high pitch escaped its mouth. He had to put his hands to his ears otherwise he would go deaf. When he opened his eyes, he saw that they had increased in numbers. Now standing before him was not just one, or two, or even three of these disgusting and mean looking creatures but actually eleven and they gazed at him with a look so piercing it could rip the soul apart. He wondered what they were going to do to him.

They looked hungry and what with the way they all were constantly yawning---or at least, he saw their mouths open that way---they sure were going to rip him apart.

SUPER IN A RIVER.

Brilliant.

He braced himself. If he was going to die, he'd put up a fight. He'd want the news bringing his death to show anything but cowardice. It would have an inclusion that would show he didn't just walk up to the cooking pot and handed his killers the killing knife, an Isaac all over again. The headlines would read thus;

"Amidst his remains, bones, skull and teeth laying idly on the bed of the Ingordian stream, several decaying mass of what looked like the keepers essence could be found floating, an indelible epitome of an epic battle"

Suddenly, they began to flay with a dreamy-like motion and something about that just didn't seem right. He watch as they reduce in body mass by a great deal. He had a feeling they were doing this to ease their movement, a preparation of an arduous encounter. He began his own preparation too.


"Piscificio!"

He developed fins and gills to aid his movement and breath and scales on his eyes to avoid any form of impairment.

Their leader had starting its tongue-dangling again and George knew that the whistle would soon be blown signaling the start of this epic battle; man versus hungry-looking ugly creatures.

Afz9095:
welcome back bro

Thanks. Hoping I can still keep the flow.

mhiz:
yay pabon is back

Yeah. I'm back. I pray to be able to continue without too long a break this time.

George introduced himself but deliberately left the 'Prince' out and thankfully Dathan didn't seem to care. He noticed the way Dathan held on tightly to what seemed like a staff. It was oak-made and had been painted with a very fine wood polish and had the golden brown luster which was a good complement of his stick. He had let the collar sleeveless shirt he had to stand like he was some gangster and hadn't really cared to button up. He took each stride with an air of ease with a blend of grace and George had the feeling he was important or at least thought himself to. He seemed to notice George staring at him and weaned a half pound smile.

"You won't get lost with me I promise you."

George nodded.

"I'm hoping on that!" George said not looking his way. He noticed they were headed for a lonely path away from the buzzing crowd into the more serene environment where he could hear the trickling of water. He noticed that the path didn't seem to go further and wondered why he had brought him here.

"What brings you here George?"

George scratched his head as he ransacked his brain for a worthy answer.

"I came looking for answers."

"To what?"

"Well, answers to the many questions I've been having since childhood."

He broke from staring at him and then swallowed, audibly.
"Its not unusual to find people here looking for solutions to problems they have, or think they have but I haven't quite seen one as young as yourself. What do you hope to achieve?"

"Well, nothing much. Just want to see things clearer."

"You talk mature for someone your age. How old are you again?"

"I never told you my age!"

"Well, you can now," he said with a shrug and casted a piercing gaze at him as though trying to suck the answer from him. When he saw George wouldn't talk, he heaved the staff he'd been holding.

"I could force the answer out of you, you know but for some reason, I'm being restrained."

Restrained? What was this guy talking about?

He talked as though someone was controlling him, or was he communicating with an invisible being, psychic? It wasn't bizarre to see someone like that after all he had said it was an unusual place.

What could the staff do?

He now saw that it was emitting a radiance the color of lavender. He had the feeling that it was no ordinary piece of art, that stuff must have compelling powers. Just as he thought Dathan was going to point it at him, he heard footsteps approach and watch him lower the staff.

"I see you are still brandishing your newly acquired toy!" This came from a lady with a boyish frame but with the grace and dimple of a damsel. She rode on her feet when she spoke. He thought he saw some muscle but she was fleshy there where the biceps should be. She had auburn hair which came back in a pony tail. Her eyes shone lapiz lazuli which were in sync with her silvery necklace that were firmly tucked in her subtly formed cleavages. Two others stood beside her, a lady, an inch or two taller but no more courageous. She was more behind than beside her. She had small lips, pinkish and had eyes that looked like she was going to cry any minute. Her skin was tanned and she had nice long hair which she let fall to her shoulder. He noticed that the gown she wore which were a little below her knees had been a small hole at the side and it was difficult to tell if it was her perceived ideal of fashion or an indelible remains of the aftermath of an encounter.

The other guy to the left of the 'bold' girl was the perfect description of roundish. He was a pound fatter than his pants could carry and so he was left looking like the failed experiment of an over-ambitous tailor. And the way he wielded the stick in his hand, constantly re-gripping told him that he had to be the weakling of the group. Just scream and he'd be the first to be in flight, at least a yard ahead of the others. He wondered how he'd look running for he had been made to pay for a fat body with wobbly thin legs.

Dathan spoke. "Were you guys following me. You could get hurt one of these days."

"By who?" She turned around as though expecting someone to show up. It was a way to mock him. She sniggered and said. "We all know that if it weren't for your toy, you'd be as weak as a leaf."

"That's not true. I'm a son of Thorank and you know what that means. I'm going to lead someday and I'll make you eat your words, you just watch."

"Till then. For now, you could just save us the trouble of having to hear your rants. Its becoming too irritating these days."

Dathan was unable to reply. He looked defeated and George wondered if he so easily gave up or wasn't in the mood today.

"What have we got here?" The lady said turning to George. She eyed him like a cat eyeing a rat she no doubt, thought would make a nice meal. He was unfazed though.

"I'm George."

"George?" She drummed on her teeth as though trying to come up with a decision.

"New? I haven't seen you around which is abnormal for I can almost certainly saw I know every face I've seen. Yours doesn't ring a bell, not even a modicum bit."

"I'm new...and lost!"

"Where you with anyone?"

"Actually...yes. With a lady and an old man, her dad."

"Hmmm....you could be lucky to meet them when we bathe in the truth stream. It will tell if you're to be trusted."

They moved towards a path out of the garden and came to what seemed like a pool.

"This is the true gate to Ingord. When you dip, if you're true, we'll meet on the other side, otherwise, its good bye from here."

It Nora, was the 'boss' lady who spoke as she dipped in the water. George thought she was going to pop her head any moment but she never did. Instead, the other girl followed suit followed by the guy who looked a little scared. Thereafter, Dathan beckoned on him to move as he wanted to be last to try but George protested.

"I can't go there. I don't know what would happen to me."

"Its nothing to fear. Or do you have bad intentions concerning the city or its inhabitants?"

"Of course not! Like I said, I came in search of answers."

"Then you have nothing to worry about. Of you go."
But George still was reluctant which got Dathan pissed and he using his staff sent a current down George's spine which pushed him in the river.

Under water, George felt the cold water on his skin. It sent a shrill to his brain. He felt for his pocket to ensure Alexius was still there. He was, in the orb form but it felt strangely warm and the heat grew steadily. It began to burn his palm and strangely his hand was glued to it. It was as though it was dissolving into his palm. It began to burn with a stinging effect. He made to shout but only managed to gulf water in. He began to go down, sink towards the bottom of the pool.