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It was raining briefly during that mid June day and Angela was calmly sitting at the corner to have her own share of Ice cream at the nearest Ice cream shop.


Right from her Childhood days, she loved treating herself to sweetening treats, but with the aid of her Daddy's porous pockets. Now that she had more than enough for herself, there wasn't an excuse not to do so. After another terrible break-up, Ice cream seemed to be her therapy.


Angela ordered Strawberry flavoured Ice cream, with a sprinkle of Nuts when she looked intently at two young lovers, enjoying the weather obviously as they swallowed, licked and even tried to chew their icy and tasty cream.


Angela quickly remembered the good old days when she was still very much in love. The right reason why she truly loved treating herself to Ice cream treats was known.


Her first and only true love, George was a dream come true when it came to the fantasy guy she desired to have a relationship with. He was rich, good looking and very passionate when it came to the matter of the heart.


Angela was swooned almost immediately when George would shower her with gifts all the time. They would go on fancy little date nights and exclusive trips and journeys. But the most important was the one at the Ice cream shop.


Her parents and folks were impressed by the kind gestures of the young man, that they were all looking forward to a ring for a finger sooner than later.


Angela and George were together in bliss, delicately going through the courtship process until the bridge of love came crumbling down. It was a fiasco of love moment for Angela. She wouldn't eat, sleep or even think right anymore.


Angela then stopped eating Ice cream or visiting Ice cream shops because all it gave to her were reasons to cry and sulk all day long.


Her reverie moment was interrupted when the Waiter walked up to her and landed the Ice cream tub on her Table. She looked at him and managed to share a small smile, making her look wry and dry.


"Excuse me Miss, I thought you were allergic to Nuts!" The neat looking Waiter blurted out in a clipped tone.


"Is that so? Oh yeah, you're right. I am allergic to Nuts. Thank you for saving my face from exploding. That would have been a major distraction!" Angela replied, smiling big now and nearly laughing too. She shook hands with the Waiter, as she ordered another round of Ice cream, but without the Nuts.

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The peoples cheered loudly for us as the 'Just Married' sign emblazoned at the back of our fancy vehicle made my Mother's eyes water. My younger siblings cheered and managed to shed a few tears too.


I and my brand new husband, John Mark were ready, pumped and exuberant to fly immediately for our Honeymoon. It was going to be a blast as almost everything was ready for the short trip.


John promised the romantic city of Paris wasn't even romantic as the rich and deep roots of heritage and culture of Brazil. John ordered special tan cream and sexy bikini wears for me, while he has been hitting the gym to break a few muscles into good use.


As the car zoomed on and halted right in front of our new apartment, John swiftly kissed me and I giggled like a Kid with Candy.


"Happy married life, babes," He exclaimed, lifting me into his muscled arms as he lurched for a bit, making me giggle some more.


We kissed for a few more minutes before retiring to do a few packing left, so as to fly out of the confines of the Country immediately. There wasn't any need to rush but there has just been too much of unwanted stress with the Wedding plans and schedules and I was excited to visit another Continent with the man of my life, dreams and beyond.


"I love you, Sweetheart," John muttered, his eyes burning and licking fire for love and affection. He was rarely this way. Even at the altar when we shared our passionate and jaw dropping vows, his eyes weren't as lit as they were right now.


"John, are you okay?" I asked quickly, trying to get donned into fresh clothes, a small shorts and a small top to match, making my figure more eye appealing.


"I'm okay, Love. Just promise never to leave my side no matter what happens to us." John almost pestered, his voice eerie and eccentric to my ears.


"John, what do you mean?" I questioned, my question making the ambience more tensed. John grabbed me almost vehemently and squeezed me like Lemon. I smiled faintly and kissed him passionately.


It was an hour later and we were done packing all of our belongings for the long trip of 3 weeks. Good bye to everything and everyone as we rushed to the Airport to break the border and begin our Honeymoon.
(To be continued eventually).

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This is the first chapter of my Fan Fiction, titled The Overdose Fan Fiction. There's more to see on www.remenzack.com so get involved if you couldn't stop at Chapter One. Enjoy!

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I was told my Mother drank a lot of Gin and smoked a lot of Cigarettes, as she was tagged the Queen of the Night on every street corner, whilst I was deep inside the confines of her Womb.


I was dressed gallantly in a red coloured dress, my hair propelled by the wind to and fro. I had something in mind and I've tried to shake off the thought several times but it was therefore impossible.


I held my Aunt Rose's hand as we walked into the Cathedral. It was just another Sunday and I knew every activity for every other Sunday. It was a usual routine and I was accustomed to all of it. My Aunt would yell and scream, claiming the Holy Ghost was ministering to her, even more than the Preacher.


My eyes and heart were set towards the direction of that impeccable young Man. The one who my Aunt Rose would say he was one of the most generous Men in the Church. Even the Preacher poured words of plaudit on him every now and then, whenever he made a contribution.


I had to confess, Mr Robinson was a kind soul and I was drawn to him meticulously.


After the Cathedral service, Aunt Rose was busy speaking with a few other women, who couldn't stop talking about the Sermon while Mr Robinson and his beautiful family walked towards me. But they walked past me eventually and got into their luxurious vehicle. I was awe-struck with so much envy as I stared at Mr Robinson and his elegant Wife and Daughter. I was desperate to say just a word to his Daughter. Just to say how much I loved how happy her family were.


Another Service at the Cathedral on another Sunday and I was caught first by Mr Robinson himself, as I gaped intently, with my mouth vaguely opened. I looked away quickly and pinched myself. He looked at me this time and I smiled at him wryly. He looked away, his face contorted in bewilderment.


That was when I caught his daughter whispering some words into her Father's ears. I felt ashamed quickly, like a Child caught red-handed in a Childish act.


After Service that day, the Daughter of Mr Robinson ran up to me. She was dressed elegantly in a dress of White and Black, emblazoned with too much Polka dots. Her shoes shiny Jet-black, probably Italian, exactly the ones I could never afford, because my Aunt said I hardly got bigger feet. At least, I got a new Bra each and every new month, since my Breasts were moving along with the laws of growth and development.


She smiled at me and introduced herself as Gift. I shook hands with her, making us look like fully grown adults. She had a lot of acne deformity on her face, making me guess her age. I could tell she was just as kind-hearted as her Father. We talked for a lot of minutes and I knew instantly that we would grow Friends and never die Foes. It was assuring as I had great plans for my new friend and greater plans for her irresistible Father.

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This is beautiful.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Babacele:
Lols....... today I'm a bit free so I'm e-messing around . I like your stories n will create time, cos work steals my time these days, to read them. more power to your elbow.

Thanks for the encouragement. I appreciate it a lot.

Babacele:
oh gush! u just broke my heart! birth -,originator, creator etc I mean you wrote those stories? are they your babies? u get d metaphor now? right?

Sorry I broke your heart then. I just learnt a new metaphor for myself and yes, I'm their Mother and they are my Babies. Thanks for reading and commenting.

By birth, you mean?

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I was ushered into the confines of the Prison Facility. The wind was stubborn that day, making all of us squint our eyes. I looked out of the small box of the Prison Vehicle and I could see and smell freedom of the Birds and Trees.


I was going to be on a long and peaceful vacation in this new place, I thought. Like in the Movies, Prisoners got to be alone or with another Inmate in a Cell, waste a lot of years narrating and sometimes bragging to the others what exactly the act was that led you into a place like such. Some would brag for throttling or rape, while others would speak in whispers for breaking-and-entry.


I definitely wasn't going to brag. My offence was a shameful one and the Judge wasn't any merciful. I looked into his red eyes as he declared me guilty and sentenced me to 10 years of incarceration.


The Vehicle stopped from its long motion for what seemed like endless hours and I got out of the stuffy insides of the Vehicle first. The guards, who I expected to be friendly and motherly females, like my Mother would always welcome me, whenever I returned from my trip with my super rich Boyfriend in Malaysia. She would cook the best meals, while I ate all of them and made up fancy lies about the trip.


The guards searched us right there and then, before ushering us deep into the Prison building. I was expecting a big gate, something that would look like the Gates of Hell or Heaven. But instead, there wasn't any. The Prison facility was wide open but I could see a lot of barking and angry dogs, probably as a means of security. Dogs that would tear anyone into chunks and pieces of meat, like the Lions in the Daniel's den.


"Oya, walk faster. Is it your buttocks that is making you walk so slow?" One of the guards questioned, hitting me on my left cheek below. I wanted to retaliate but her eyes threatened me immediately. They ordered us to take our clothes off while they searched us thoroughly, as if searching for weapons deep inside our skins.


Without mercy, they touched me here and there. I have never been touched so roughly all my life as a 26-year old.


One of the guards laughed impish as she labelled our Breasts one after the other. I was labelled 'Melon Boobs', making me the joke of the century.


I expected more yet again as the meticulous search was finally done. They gave us our Clothes and that was when it hit me that I had to wear a single outfit, until the Guards eventually complained that it smelled more than Cheese and Fishes gone bad. All my Clothes at home suddenly felt like Garbage to me.


In the movies, your fate was decided by your conducts in Prison until a mean and big bully would pick on you like a China Ware and then, you will have to endlessly fight to survive. But in this case, I and 20 other ladies were pushed into a really tight and pee smelling room. It was so repulsive, making me have the urge to hurl.


"Why are you squeezing your face like that? Why are you forming?" Questioned one of the mean looking ladies, a terrible scar and scowl on her face.


"Me? Nothing!" I quickly replied. They laughed in unison and called me Melon Boobs immediately. I wanted to correct them, saying my real name was Cynthia Moses but I was mouth shut once again.


In the movies, Lesbian activities began in the smallest corner whenever two or three females were gathered. But not as I thought, the girls just started talking against each other, until a fight brewed up, making one of the new inmates earn a broken nose. She was bleeding profusely through her nostrils, the sight too gruesome for me to look any further.


Late at night, it was more talk and chat and less of what I expected. I and 50 other inmates were flooded into a single, without any form of Light or Air supply. There wasn't enough time for me to say my Prayers, like I rarely did every night. There wasn't free space to toss and turn like Salad, as one of the Inmate threw her legs on my Chest as she snored loudly like a Cow.


I was expecting so much like what I got accustomed to see in the Movies. But it was nothing like it. It was more terrible and very eccentric to me. I had no right to complain but grow accustomed to all of it.

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Gloria was seated high above in her room chambers in the palatial building on a swathed land, her Father used to own. She now lived with her Mother and Stepfather, the one she was never going to accept into her Life.


The Help, Clara had entered her room chambers shortly to offer her a glass of Wine. Gloria loved the taste of Wine, as it was the colour of her blood and it was one of the things her Father truly loved; importing Wines from several Wine making Countries.


She was all alone, being solitude and lonely was her usual activity, other than looking out to the Sunny days from her Windows and listening to birds sing and call all over the place.


Gloria took another sip from her wine glass when she sighted one of the Horses, free from the confined holdings of the Stable. It was free alas, as it galloped to and fro on the bushes. It seemed happy and Gloria could almost feel its freedom and happiness.


Suddenly, she looked closely, nearby there was a green snake hidden between the grasses and shrubs. It was almost unseen to her eyes, making her curse out loud.


"Oh no!" She yelled, feeling taut for what the Snake could possibly do to the innocuous and free Stallion.


The Snake was now wiser that ever and got closer and closer to the happy horse, transmitting its venom to its leg. The Horse neighed in pains and shook the Snake off its leg.


Soon, the Snake crawled far away, as its mission was done. The horse managed to go under one of the tall planted trees and settled there, neighing in pains, terrible pains Gloria could feel deep inside her stomach. She knew the Horse had a young one and Gloria felt pity for it as well.


She decided to look away, as it was impossible to get out of her room chambers at this hour of the day.


Gloria looked at the dying horse one more time and it looked weaker and less happy now. She knew the end was near.


Gloria could relate to the hours when her Father was close to the Pulley of Death. It was cold, rash and merciless, the chains of death violently grabbing her Father by his neck. The venom of death killing her Father slowly, as it killed her quickly deep inside. It was quicker than the quickest ray of light.

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I've read tons and several well known Books, written efficiently by Women, grasping fame of all and beyond and gaining the deserved recognition and Awards for their excellent choice of words, storyline and intrepid characters for their Works.


Then, I had to make this Post to truly prove if all of the well known and famous Books of all time were actually all written by Women and only a few by Men.


I made a little yet concise research about World's most famous Authors of all time and to be sure if most Books are actually written by Women or Men.


You can also be the Judge by taking an eyeful of the List below. Here comes Ten most known Authors of all time (Based on their Net worth and Achievements);

1. William Shakespeare (M)

2. Agatha Christie (F)

3. Barbara Cartland (F)

4. Danielle Steele (F)

5. Harold Hobbins (M)

6. Georges Simenon (M)

7. Sidney Sheldon (M)

8. Enid Blyton (F)

9. Dr. Suess (M)

10. J.K Rowling (F)

The List could actually go on and on with a lot of Women on the very Famous list. That is to say, Women are just as good and famous as Men when it comes to being a fulfilled and well known Authors of the Century.

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Good turns of event here. I like your delivery on the plot. I'm gradually reading this work of yours to know what boredom really caused Amanda.

Great work here.

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As Amanda waited for minutes and eventually hours for her lying and cheating husband to return, she tapped her feet several times on the shiny wooden floor.


Her eyes were sore and red, due to lack of sleep. Her breath was something else, as she was mouth shut for so long, properly and quietly thinking of the right words to say to her Husband at this early hour of the day in July.


Patrick got back to their House and sneaked in. Amanda turned on the light switch and the bulbs were alive once again. She stared at her other half as he looked away, like an insolent child, who deserved proper whipping and caning.


"Why are you awake, Amanda? For God's sake, it's 3:32am and you freaking startled me, do you know that?" Patrick bellowed, the veins on his head reacting, as if they were going to pop any minute.


"Where have you been, Pat?"

"I asked you a question first, Woman. Why are you still awake? You look sleep deprived!" Patrick questioned once again, his tone less of a bellow and more of a stern nature.


"I wanted to say something to you after you returned from your tryst with one of your many lovers, Pat!".


Right there and then, Amanda gave her Husband the whole deal, revealing she actually knew more than she ought to know.


The ambience was suppose to be filled with dismay and awkward vibes. But Patrick threw in the sponge, making Amanda more heart shattered.


"Yes! I make love to other women, because I'm sick and tired of this union. I don't like being married to you anymore. It's been Ten long and horrible years and I quit, Amanda!" Patrick spat.


"But you can't do this, Pat. You j-just can't!" Amanda spluttered, the words of her greasy mouth less smooth than they were a few minutes ago.


"Well, I can and there's nothing you can do about it! You're just a lazy Housewife and you can't fight back my decision, because you got nothing! You've no skills, no job and not even a Child, Amanda. You're a failure!".


Amanda's mouth was ajar momentarily, like a Child who got the wrong words from an angry Mother.


But she quickly shut it tight and walked away. She walked far, far away from Patrick that night and resolved to fall asleep in the Guest bedroom at exactly 4am.





Patrick was on a Suit and Tie, sweating, praying and waiting for his name to be said out loud by the Office Clerk.


It was one of these things he hasn't done for a lot of years. Life has been good with his new wife, Chloe. Until he lost his job and that was the beginning of his end.


He was left with nothing but the opportunity to go back to job hunting, like an amateur in the labour market.


It was the Eleventh hour, but not of the day when his name was called out by the Clerk. He was energised and exuberant as he sprang up on his feet and walked into the Office of his Employer, if only he would get the job.


From the view of the Behind of the lady in the office, he could tell there was a familiar vibe all over the Office. It was that same fragrance, after so many years. Her hair was shiny gold and her skin in her tight skin sleeveless leather dress was elaborated as Ivory at dusk.


"Hello Patrick!" The voice reverberated in the cold room. Amanda turned to look at her Ex-husband, who kicked her out of their House, calling her several names for being worthless and no use to him or humanity.


She picked up the broken pieces and decided to do whatever was needed yet unfavourable, to be worthy in his eyes and that of Society. She was a changed woman and Boredom made her so.


"What can I do for you?" She questioned, lifting her arm to offer him a friendly handshake.

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Have you ever wondered how you could maybe make your reading experience with several Books more spectacular and jaw dropping?


Well, according to proper research by a few Reading addicts and Bookworms, reading a Book with a particular reading position spices things up for the better.


Here are the following Genres and Kinds of Books below and their appropriate reading positions to make your reading experience count forever;


1. Mystery and Thriller: If you choose to read one of these, then all you need is to relax on a Chair and try not to move too much! Just go with the flow and WOW your mind.


2. Romance: A very attractive and suave Book character ought to be viewed by the mind in a proper style. To enjoy a Romance Book, the reader ought to be sprawled on a comfy Bed, with the Book right in front of your face, in order to go to and fro on those pages that make your Belly grow Butterflies.


3. Epic Fantasy: If you want to be Epic and have your Fantasy come true with your favourite Epic Fantasy Book, then the right reading position has to be on a Chair and ensure an epic snack or drink to be right by your side. This should be totally Epic!


4. Science Fiction: You could imagine doing awesome and cool stuffs involved in a Science Fiction Book by standing while reading one of these. Control your mind with this favourable reading position.


5. Beach Read: This is super easy and fun too. Simply relax on the Beach's hot sand and make your body and brain have a good time with that favourite Book of yours.


6. Long Read: If the pages are too long to finish while standing for hours or sipping and spilling Wine, then take that Book everywhere and make it your best fitting accessory. It could be at the Bus, School or even one of these places you don't really like. Everywhere is suitable because of its super long pages.


Now that you know what reading position is appropriate for every kind of Book, make no further mistake and make that adventure with your Books count. You're welcome!

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African Poetry has no definite definition but it is widely known for its much complaint about Wars, Hunger, Killings, General Violence and the shame of being and staying an Underdeveloped nation, after so many years of Development.


African Poetry is also known for its not so much appreciated gesture about the influence of the White Man and his culture. Even with the fact that they bestowed us with Religion, Clothing and so much other means of Development, African Poetry never appreciates the pros of Colonialism.


African Poetry is as well known for the disappointments and cons of the Black leaders and their loopholes. They portray them very hungry for money, fame and power. They are tagged Megalomaniacs, giving us they impression of most of them pot-bellied and repulsive looking.


Lastly, African Poetry has the best of metaphors when describing the worst of the worst in the Society. Popular African Poets including Gbemisola Adeoti, Sola Owonobi, Gabriel Okara, Jared Angira, Sly Cheney-Coker etc. They are also blessed with the talent of passing out Euphemism every now and then through their various Poem pieces.


African Poetry is one of a kind, only truly known by African Poets. None other could ever understand the 'dos and donts' when it comes to African Poetry like African Poets do.

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As little rains hit the corrugated roofing sheets noisily, the little boy in my arms opened his small eyes suddenly. He looked small and very adorable. He looked sick too but I didn't want to tag every child I came across sick and almost close to their respective tombstones. I ought to think better.


The little boy jerked several times but I still managed to make him stay back in my welcoming arms. He opened his mouth to talk but his words were repudiated. He started breathing with difficulty, making my heart race. What was happening to this strange young boy?


A long while after, I offered Sean a Chocolate Bar and he ate it right there and then, after looking into my eyes, to be sure if I was a beautiful monster or not. Sean's difficulty with breathing stopped after a while and I was happier. I was still worried a bit about my little Niece, who has been battling Cancer for so long but her end was definitely near.


Everyone had given up on her. They stopped visiting her and sending 'Get well soon!' Cards and Gifts altogether but I refused to do same. I loved my little Niece and I was fond with her in the most dainty manner.


Sean devoured the Chocolate Bar I offered him in the most delicate manner, making me wish I had some more to offer him.


We were stuck in a small gift shop, right across the corner of the busy and smoky streets. There was a riot happening and the Police officials were still unable to quell it, after so many hours of violence. Sean narrated how he got locked down in the Shop. He narrated exactly how his Father promised to be back soonest, after grabbing his laundered Coat a few blocks from the Street, just before the Riot began but till now, there was no sign of him.


"What is your Daddy's name?" I asked in the most enthused manner, making Sean's eyes lit up.

"Shawn. His name is Shawn and mine is Sean. It's not the same so don't get it twisted!". Sean's diction and voice was so deceptive, making me confuse if he had an older human in his young body. He was precocious and his ambiguity with words made me gape at him momentarily.


"How old are you, Shawn?" I pronounced his name wrongly, making him frown.

"It's Sean. I'm 8 years old. You said you went to the Children's Clinic to visit your niece, right?"

"Oh yes, Sean! She has Cancer and she's too weak to sit or even speak. I wish she could meet you though. She would love to do that!" I blurted out, making me almost regret my words.

"I would love that too. What is she like?" Sean questioned, coming more closer to me, his eyes more shiny and filled with enthusiasm.

"Well, she's a typical 9 year old. She's a little small for her age but that's alright because she's a really good girl with a big heart!"

"Wow! Super cool. I hope she gets better soon!" Sean commented. My heart dropped because I knew Emma would never get better. Her next step was to breathe her last and cross the bar of life to the other side.


I looked through the Shop's untidy Windows, to take a better look if things were improving but it obviously wasn't when I sighted an angry bird-like Policeman beating up a man across the street.


The Policeman bellowed at the man as he kicked him in the guts and soon began name calling him. I looked away and that was when I felt Sean's tender head on my lap.





The Children Hospital's nurses grabbed Sean from my arms and rushed him to the Emergency ward. I was sweating and also trying to pray for the little kid.


I wondered what his Father would think about his missing son and about a female kidnapper like myself. I knew nothing about Shawn but I could make a few dots in my head what he would have to look like. Sean had curly ginger coloured hair and a lot of freckles on his face. Shawn had to be the exact replica.


As I thought deeply about the predicament I was in, that was when Nurse Ruth reached out for me. She was the Nurse in Emma's room earlier. She smiled at me and took my hands.


"I'm so glad you're okay, Ma'am. Emma is doing so well and responding greatly. She was so worried about you earlier, immediately the pandemonium occurred but we tried our best to make her stay calm and positive!" Nurse Ruth said in a clipped manner, making my heart calm and positive.


"Where is she now? I want to see her!"


"She's asleep. But you can see her of course. That won't be a problem at all!".


I raced myself to the room where Emma was confined and her eyes were shut tight peacefully, like Sean's. That was when I grabbed her hand but there wasn't any jolt or pulse of movement. She always reacted whenever my presence was with her but this time, she didn't. I touched her face and she was pale and icy cold. Her breath was inactive and that smile on her lips was no more visible.





Sean was awakened to I and his curly, ginger coloured hair Father. We smiled at him but a tear still managed to escape from my eyes.


"Why are you crying?" Sean asked in a groggy voice.

"Your Father is right here, Sean. Everything is okay now!" I managed to say, my tears racing down my crimson cheeks. Shawn held my hands and squeezed them in a placating way.


"Where is your niece? I want to see her! Is she alright?" Sean asked. I moved closer to him and whispered a few words in his ears.


"She said a big Thank You to you. She said you're now a really great friend to her Aunt!" I said in a staccato, my heaves making me sound horrible and childish.


Sean managed to sit up and hug me tightly. I smiled in tears and hugged him back.


I made a new friend and I was not willing to let this one slip through my fingers, all because of a small illness. I and Sean had so much to teach and tell each other.

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The white walls and too much of Antiseptic smell filled the whole hallway. Buzzing and disturbing beeps of EKG machines reverberated everywhere. Someone was definitely grasping for air to live, I knew it.


I ought to be nauseous and giddy but I wasn't. I had ambivalent feelings of what my Granddaughter would look like after the severe incident. I wondered if she would still have my hair colour or my eyes. I knew she would be beautiful and I was exuberant and pumped to see her once again.





It was that very sunny day as mourning and black clothing filled the whole Cathedral.


It was the memorial of Beatrice. She lived only a few years of 48. She passed away shortly after a mild malady, that stuck her suddenly, making her bones before she breathed her last.


Her only Daughter held hands with her only Granddaughter. They cried and wiped their eyes in a theatrical manner with a small cotton soft cloth. Ma Susan walked up to them and held her Great Granddaughter tight to her shrivelled skin.


After the Memorial, Alicia played with Butterflies in the Garden at Ma Susan's house. Alicia was only 7 and she knew little or nothing about crying about a lost loved one. Her Mother, Cindy told her little details about the one that had just passed away.


They lived far away in the big City and Cindy broke down in hot tears when she told Alicia that someone close and dear to the Family had died. Alicia wanted to know who was gone from the Family tree but Cindy would say the person wasn't so special or important.


When Alicia was done playing around, she was sweating and almost growing exhausted. That was when her Grandmother figure, Ma Susan fixed her some Lunch. Lunch was hot and really tasty. Alicia ate a lot of it before retiring to her bedroom to sleep for hours.


Ma Susan and Cindy had a brief discussion as they drank tasty raspberry juice, the juicy raspberries Cindy loved picking out as a Child made the juice much more tasty to her taste buds.


"I feel Alicia isn't so inquisitive about who was laid to the ground earlier. She only asked me a few questions and that was it! She isn't so nosey for a Child of her age." Ma Susan commented, gawking at Cindy drink the juice in admiration and pleasure.


"Yes! I'm glad she stopped asking such questions. She doesn't deserve to know how unworthy her real Grandmother is. My Mother had a really bad and nasty personality and I'm so glad she's out of the picture forever!" Cindy stated, with a stern look on her face. It had to be a sunny day but it started raining soon.






The EKG beeped on and on as Cindy cried in little portions while Ma Susan grabbed her young and almost dying Great Granddaughter's hands in fear and little hope.


Alicia was involved in a Car crash, after being a notorious Car racer in the City's narrow streets late at night. She was injured seriously and she was fighting for her life.


She was now 18 years old. Her hair still golden as the sun and her lips pale but still alive regardless.


"I hope she wakes up soon. My daughter deserves to live!" Cindy managed to say, her nose leaking with snot juice in the most disturbing manner. Ma Susan grabbed her hands and said a little prayer.






That was when I found the next available body to live in. It had to be my own Granddaughter's. The one that never got to know or see me. I was ready to be a part of her and live the life I was suppose to live but in her body.


If Alicia loved illegal Car races, I was ready to prove she could make it to College, get a great and luxurious job after and also make a wonderful Family at the end of it all. I was ready to prove to my own Daughter that I wasn't so unworthy like she claimed I was.


I was ready to live another Life, even that one that wasn't meant to be mine.

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Right from my Childhood days, I got to hear a lot about some kinds of Books, whether for education or non-education use, that I can never ever get out of my head.


I was privilege enough to read a few of them and that was why I came up with this enlightening Article of a few Famous and Well-Known Books of all time.


Don't miss out! Just take a look at the List below and tell us if you are familiar with one, two or more of these.


- Macmillian Books with its various English Textbooks for all Ages: I got to know about this from my early days in Primary School. Their English Comprehension were always exciting and fun to read. In fact, everyone was familiar with all of the Characters from every Comprehension passage.


- Lantern Books, such as various Educational and Storybooks for all Ages: I made a Post the other day about the uniqueness of Lantern Books. Here again, I'm making a brief note about how exciting and colourful reading one of these can be. Their Educational Books are filled with eye-catching drawings and methods, making every Child hungry to learn and grasp knowledge.


- Emotive Prose such as, The Mills and Boon Book Series: Till date, I've heard Mills and Boons was filled with a lot of obscenity and emotions. I still haven't picked one from its many Copies to take an eyeful, to properly analyse what made this particular Book a well known brand, even after many, many years of Publication.


- The Queen Premier Edition Books: If you aren't familiar with this for its repetition of catching two or three lettered words, such as, 'I may go. Up we go', then your Childhood needs to be examined meticulously. I learnt how to spell and read because of my constant dedication to read these as a Child. It surely helped me and helped a lot of others. There's nothing to forget about this one!


- Legendary Books: These Books are so legendary, not just because they were written by Literature Legends but because of how far and well they are known. The citation from every of these Books can be seen anywhere, making them forever legendary. They include, The gods are not to blame by Ola Rotimi, Things fall apart by Chinua Achebe, Chike and the River, Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare etc.

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Suffering in this sense is not the kind everyone would expect Miriam, Agatha and Mary would experience. Their kind was different and it was a broached topic to all and for all.


Miriam was an unfortunate Woman, in her early 30s, who was robbed of her beauty, dignity and fairness. She was fair to all that came across that slippery and candour beauty of hers. Until the unfortunate yet mouth sweetening and deceptive Nathan, who claimed to have been duped of his millions and ended up drinking and sauntering the streets all day.


Miriam felt it was true love until she opened her lips first for the mouth sweetening and devilish creature. Next was her legs and that was the end of her story. She was brutally beaten whenever she wouldn't give in financially to her Lover. She was incarcerated in their long-time Union.


Miriam's story was just alike with the stories of the others. Agatha was a business lady, 35 years of age. She was successful and lived an extravagant life, going to every party and clubhouse with her grasping friends, who made her waste her prime years, going after many Men but never gaining that husband material in reality.


The other story of Mary has a different Genesis but the Revelation of it all ended like that of the unfortunate others. Mary was trying to meet up to Life's standards and remain at the top, like her other friends. But Life cheated abundantly and she wasn't smiling about her situation. She was ready and willing to invest into anything.


That was when James walked into her Life. He had that attractive and affluent look, always on a blazing Suit and Tie. Mary had no other option but to fall for his words next. Mary gave her penny and love and so much more to the hands and arms of James. It was shortly after growing a bump that James left them and flee to another foreign country.


Mary was left with a fatherless child, a lot of debts to keep up with a bruised heart and personality.


Incidentally, Miriam eventually ended up as a third wife to her Husband, Eric, after he claimed she was the only one close to his beating heart. Miriam felt betrayed after being lied to several times. She wasn't second but actually third in place. She was out of place, making her bore a Child, after many years of waiting for Eric to make her a Mother. She felt this wasn't even an issue for God to handle since Eric was always busy with his other wives and wantonly infested girlfriends.


All of these women suffered languish and anguish in the less physical but emotional way. They were used in ways most of several other women have been manipulated by regular mere Men of the Society. If something can't be done, nothing will ever be done. Women have suffered indeed!

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Just a quick thought, just like Art has a Colour Wheel, I feel Education ought to have one too.


This isn't my usual topic as a Blogger but I was forced to make a brief post about the Wheel of Education.


Every Child has the freedom to Education. Education is one of the sweetest things in Life. Being educated is a privilege and it is an attractive look on anyone and everyone.


So, we are going to describe in details the various four aspects of the Education Wheel.


The first is the Nursery and most basic and colourful Wheel. It is the most important and every child deserves to get the best when it comes to a Nursery Education, filled with milk and honey. This Wheel is basically to train a Child to read a little but talk a lot. Communication is the key when it comes to Nursery School and its Children.


The second is the Primary education and it is the second most primal Wheel. It is designed to prim and train the Child, after developed Nursery training. Since the Child has developed his or her vocabulary, he deserves Education growth as well. The Child is then trained to read so much more but talk less. The aim is to talk right or not even talk at all.


The Secondary School is the third and it is designed to make every Child have the urge to pass an Examination, whether he or she likes it or not. He or she is also trained to have high memory when it comes to Studying and retaining its information for a long period of time.


The last and the less important is the Tertiary level. This is known to groom Adults and Adults are known to do whatever they want, unlike the average Child. The tertiary level is known for more of communication improvement skills and living in peace with one another, gaining the ultimate goal of a Degree and finding a desired job in the Labour market afterwards.


Now, with my brief illustration of the Education Wheel, you ought to agree every Child deserves the very best when it comes to the Wheels of Education. Education is a right. Go for it!

A few months passed and Kendra was wrapped in her favourite and cosy blanket when she turned on the Tv to watch the news.


Allegedly, George had committed Suicide by running into a moving Train. He was previously arrested and incarcerated for admitting to be responsible for the murder of the death of victims in a Train many years ago.


He also claimed to have been possessed by a Freddy Kruger demon, making him responsible for the murder of everyone on that Train.


He chose to disappear after the incident because he wasn't ready to turn himself in until he had to kill his own Son, who would also be possessed by the same demon.


It was explained by the Police Authorities that the Freddy Kruger demon lived in every of the descendants of George, making it a part of Nathan as well, before he was killed by his own Father.


It was a long time for Bella to adapt to the fact that Nathan was Freddy and Freddy was actually Nathan and both of them were gone forever.


She was forced to move on and eventually got adopted by her new Taiwan family. She tried to be happy, working daily, not because she needed money but because she wanted to take things off her distracted mind.


She deserved to get the horror tale about the mysterious deaths of both her Birth and first Adoption Parents out of her head for good.


As for Kendra, she chose to reunite with her immediate family once again, before attending George's memorial and then fleeing to New Mexico for another fresh and new start.


She found immediate closure after sniffing and holding unto Nathan's Green and Red sweater, that he owned as a Baby, another inheritance from his Father.


She kept it for so long and she didn't lay her eyes on it until now.


Many would say if you ever saw her, you could feel her deepest pains and fears. She would go extinct if anyone recognised her as the Mother of Nathan and Wife of George Sweetening.

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Henry Martins was the settled middle aged man, living large and happy with his newly wedded wife, Blossom. Henry and Blossom met at a local party, hosted by Henry's friend, Eric. The two were since then inseparable, leading them to the big altar in a foreign secret Country.


Their love was burning, almost inflammatory for each other. Everyone was envious of their true love story. It was a bliss to eyes and ears.


Henry worked in his own Automobile Company, Henry Motors. He started the Company from a scratch, with the help of his dazzling wife.


Henry and Sandra were friends since their Secondary School days. They eventually fell in love, Henry giving his then lover the promise never to leave her side. It didn't seem like an Oath but it really was. Sandra was deeply in love with her other half, making her grow pregnant eventually with their first Seed. It was an exciting moment but a little broached for Henry's family members.


Sandra grew more and more pregnant, her bump very grown and bubbling. Henry was just as excited to start a family with the love of his life, even when they weren't legitimate Man and Wife, they still didn't seem to mind.





It was another end of the day and Henry was rushing back from work to his Residence. He had a really busy day and he was frazzled, drowsy and very hungry. He returned to his big home, only to get the news shortly that Blossom was rushed to the Hospital. His heart raced in trepidation, the ambience brooding nothing but terror.


He got to the nearest Hospital and Blossom was found. There weren't any cuts, bruises or broken bones but she was in tears, her face wet in her hot uncontrollable tears.


"What happened, my love?" Henry softly asked, cooing like a Mother to her Child.
"I'm barren, Henry. I can't give you Children!" Blossom spat, her lips were almost glistening as well, as if the tears were in a hurry to wet them.
"Wh-What do you mean? What did the Doctor say?". Blossom broke down crying some more after his stuttering and cadence question, her heaves raucous in the Antiseptic smelling room. Henry held her close to his steep beating Chest.


That night, Henry forced Blossom to eat a morsel of her favourite food, which he almost skillfully cooked. She fell asleep shortly back at their House. She slept in their palatial and very furnished Bedroom but Henry was left alone to work overnight in his Study room.


He was suddenly sweaty and queasy. He felt like he wanted to throw up but he actually didn't.


That was when Henry retired to the Guest and empty looking Bedroom and laid on the Bed, his legs separated from one another and soon, he was drifted in a really deep and enchanted sleep.


He could feel really soft lips on his. Hands on his Crotch, squeezing and grabbing. He tried to open his eyes but it was nearly impossible. He forced his eyes open and he could see Sandra and her soft lips and supple hands, languidly moving to and fro on his now excited body.


He grabbed her and was almost undressing her, his physical eyes still tight shut but in his sweet dreamy state, he was wide awake and busy with his hands. He had one of these every now and then and he enjoyed each and every one of them. It was heady and truly satisfying. He enjoyed how he would UnCloth the too good looking figure and do wondrous things to her body. She enjoyed it, making him go further.




Many years waded by and Blossom was still unable to have a Child. She wanted to adopt one but the process was too long, official and untiring to do.


Henry still made love to his long lost Sandra in his dreams every night for many years. He rarely touched his actual wife, Blossom and after a while, he stopped doing so all together and at once.


Many years ago, Sandra and Henry had a beautiful baby girl but she passed away shortly, because of lack of finance, care and attention. Henry's family members succeeded in manipulating his mind to love Someone else and abandon his one and only love, Sandra. He never really wanted to do so but Blossom was wealthy and affluent and he needed it all too quickly.


He got what he wanted shortly but he desired to go back and find Sandra but it was too late. She was never found, except in Henry's too satisfying dreams.

He took Bella to the deepest part of the yard, digging a perfect grave for Bella. Unknown to him, Bella was still very much alive and active to attack him.


She took time to get up and hit Nathan with a thick rock at the back of his head. Nathan jerked and fell forward, his face flat to the ground.


Bella screamed for help but it was too quiet and dark for anyone to recognise her. She screamed some more and then, Nathan was on his feet again, throttling her once more, but this time to kill her for good.


"Nathan, please!" She begged in small tears.

"I'm Freddy Kruger! I'm not Nathan. I shall kill you now!" Nathan laughed, his new set of teeth out like a sword from its sheath to feed on Bella's pale flesh.


There was a booming gunshot and its bullets hit Nathan several times. He screamed and the bullet hit him yet again, making him land in the already dug grave.


Bella managed to scream and run but the unknown figure grabbed her and held her in his arms. Bella fainted yet again.


Bella woke up to a bright new day with Mr Sling, Shiloh, Tara and Kendra all by her side at the Hemingway Hospital and Clinic.


Her head was bleeding and her neck hurt terribly. She tried to talk but Tara told her not to, but to rest and get some more sleep. Kendra was in tears as she slowly walked out of their presence and reunited with George outside, who was injured as well but refused to get any treatment.


"I'm so glad you did this for the poor girl but I will hate you forever for killing our Son, George. He was possessed by a Freddy Kruger demon but you still decided to kill him. How could you?" Kendra questioned, breaking down in tears. George was mute for minutes before walking far away and eventually out of the Hospital.


Tara joined Kendra in the hallway as both friends wept in turns.

Peaceman4:

Thought it's safe to do, so you are not copied without permission or acknowledgement.

I wish I knew how. Thanks for sharing this powerful information with me though. Much appreciated.

DOMAWOLEYE:
Nice one! seems you have good start up......Making your reader want more.....Well done. but don't keep them waiting for two long.

It's actually just a short story. That's the end. It doesn't continue. Sometimes, suspense is needed. That's the whole idea.
Thanks for reading and commenting.

KORLAR:


Thank you for replying.
Please visit and signup on www.coolstory.ng and post your stories and past experiences you feel people can benefit from.
Thank you as you do so.
Please spread the word too.

Sure thing. And thanks for sharing.

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If you don't like or fancy Literature so much like I do, then you must fancy Jewellery and other fine stuffs then.


Here comes photos of several kinds of Literature Jewellery.


They come in different sizes and kinds. But you've to agree with me that they are so worth it!


With the best of citation from several Books, including Poems, you ought to agree with me that Literature Jewellery ought to be publicised, not just because of its beauty but also because of its worth in Literature and Style.


Here comes the following worthy to see Literature Jewellery Photos below. Enjoy!

KORLAR:
Nice story.

Do you mind having your story posted on a website for more coverage and a target audience?

I don't mind at all. In fact, that would be brillant.
Thanks for reading and commenting.

Peaceman4:
Your writing style is beautiful... Grammar structure, ok, too, even clarity....




But how do you protect these works online?

Thanks for reading and commenting.
I actually don't protect anything. Is that a bad thing or something? I do have a Blog tho.