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It had to be my last Vacation in one of these last satisfying and enjoying tryst between I and my Lover. He loved me so but I felt different.


From the very beginning, I knew my end was near. So I patiently prepared for it to come as I swam my last in the Cobalt coloured sea and ran my last race as my hair wafted to and fro, following the motion of the wind.


I also had to eat my last. I was forced to have three plates of delectable sea food, taking in the savouring flavour into my system and drinking the best of my last drop of white Wine.


That night, I had my last bonfire moment with my lover. He sang serenade songs to me and implored that I sang along. I was tentative at first but I simply had to sing my last. He smiled at me and I looked up to the Moon. It was so bright that night and I could tell it was bright all for a reason, all because it was my last take of the Moon.


After our last bonfire moment, we made love like it was truly our last. He pounded into me and I let go, crying like it had to be my last scream. He kissed me swiftly and I returned his kisses in three folds, giving my all to him, because it was my last.


I was walking towards the big Cobalt sea, waiting for the biggest of waves to steal me away but it never really came. That was when the love of my life walked up to me and rescued me. He held my hands, kissed me and refused to let me go. He whispered to my hearing that it had to be the last time I tried to let go. I was nonplussed, I gave in so easily. It was my Last and I chose to never let go.

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Just like a Gold Smith, there is also a thing or a person known as a Word Smith. He or she is skilled at using words. It's just like a Talent.


Word Smiths can therefore be defined as those who are highly recognised and respected in the Society, because of their deft use of Vocabulary and the ambiguity of words used.


These days, Clichés are everywhere. New words aren't made or even used in the Society anymore.


But that is exactly what the Word Smith is known for. They are known for their broad and intelligible use of new words every new day.


In fact, I'm very sure the Originator of the Word, Word Smith took out time to realise if a Gold Smith makes fine jewellery, then the Word Smith ought to make fine use of his or her Vocabulary.


Spice things up today for yourself and those around you by being a certified Word Smith. It starts little by little before you become a Veteran of Words.


Here are a few tips to improve yourself as a Beginner Word Smith;

1. Learn new words everyday

2. Make the Dictionary your Best friend

3. Watch enlightening TV shows to improve your Vocabulary

4. Keep on Reading. Just don't stop!

5. Read more and more but Remember to keep the Dictionary by your side

6. Try to use the appropriate words for every appropriate situation you find yourself

7. Challenge yourself never to stop searching for challenging new words.

On their way, they met Mr Sling and his daughter, Shiloh. Her eyes were bright and full of gaiety, while Mr Sling was the same old Mr Sling, his surly look annoying and belly crunching.



"Hello there, ladies. Shopping for Halloween?" Mr Sling questioned, his teeth colour a major distraction.


"You're right. What about you, Shiloh?" Tara asked, her dislike for Mr Sling vivid.


"Sure, Ma'am. I will be dressed up as a Pumpkin. My dad still thinks Halloween is ungodly so I've to dress to impress!" Shiloh replied. She was such a sweet girl, making Kendra smile for minutes.



"I wish I had a kid like Shiloh!" Kendra admitted as they rode back home, after series and tons of Shopping moments between she and Tara.



"At least you've a Kid and I've none. You shouldn't be complaining". Tara's clipped statement made Kendra's mouth tight shut for the rest of the journey, her mind focused on her Son.



The Halloween night came and it was almost gone. The party was hosted by Mr Sling, his Apartment the venue of the party. Everyone was dressed up scary while a few dressed up silly and unrecognisable.


Mr Sling was dressed up as Slender Man and Shiloh was dressed up like a really cute Pumpkin. Tara and Kendra kept to their words, dressing up like Tinkerbell and Tinkerbell's wing.


Nathan was dressed in a Sweater and so was Bella. They held hands and eventually kissed for the first time. It was amazing for them both.


When Bella decided to let go of her Boyfriend's hand and go to the rest room alone, even after Nathan persuaded her for him to be with her, a bunch of awry looking Boys attacked her, yanking her arm and laughing as they did so.


Nathan's instinct caught up with them and he dealt with them perfectly well. He punched each and every one of them in their faces and broke an arm of the fattest looking Boy in the gang.


They ran far away as the Fat Kid cried out for help.


"Nathan! Thank you for saving my life. Thank you so much. I love you!" Bella confessed in vitality but Nathan grabbed her by the neck and almost throttled her.


His eyes were green and different. The colour of his sweater was also different, having a shade of Green and Red, very identical to that of Freddy Kruger's.


"My name is Freddy!" The new and mystique voice of Nathan revealed. He took unconscious Bella in his arms and fled to the nearest graveyard in the darkest hour of the night.

Kendra was shocked greatly when Nathan admitted he would like to get back to School. He had missed out on a lot in Life, because of mean Bullies at his old School but he claimed to be better and stronger to face any of them now.


Kendra felt he wasn't but he was persistent, making her give in. Kendra immediately told Tara about the good news and Tara told Bella about it as well.


The news was bubbling in Kendra's system as she was excited and truly proud of her Son.


His first three days at the Hemingway Community School was free of bad reports. It was a good sign, making Kendra totally relaxed. Bella stopped School a lot of years ago as well but Tara persuaded her to begin Schooling, just like Nathan and it worked.



Nathan was shocked when he met Bella on her first day of School as she was dressed in the most beautiful manner. A lot of boys at School made fun of Bella's legs, calling them, Skinny drumsticks legs. It was quite offensive to Bella and Nathan, making Nathan punch one of them squarely in the face.



Bella and Nathan grew friends once again and all of their bad blood occurrences were soon forgotten. Nathan asked Bella out to be his girlfriend and she proudly said Yes.


Kendra and Tara had no idea about the pair's romantic relationship, as both ladies were busy planning their Costumes for the Halloween party.


"I've killer hips and a sleek figure. Maybe I should dress up like Tinkerbell!" Tara said, flitting to and fro around the spacious room.
"And I have none. I should be Tinkerbell's wings then!". Both ladies roared in laughter, watering their eyes in amusement, all because of Kendra's outrageous statement.



They went on with their plan, before heading out for a Shopping spree.

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Nina Roosevelt was extremely successful. Success ought to be her middle name but it wasn't biologically. She was the successful 39 year old with a really gorgeous and what seemed to be a happy home to all.


She had been married to her faithful husband for ten long and dramatic years. She and Gregory had two beautiful daughters, Dakota and Grace. Nina ought to be happy with her Life.


But she just wasn't. Her latest bestseller Book had been auctioned at the biggest Literature auction event in China, after it has been successfully translated to Chinese and several different languages.


Her writing skills were concise and special. She oozed aptly and everyone was in love with her.


During Nina and Gregory's marriage anniversary in Paris, several men sent her romantic cards, telling her how much they loved her and wished her marriage would suddenly end, just to be with her. It was a joke to the happy couple, making their eyes wet with tears of laughter as they sipped and spilled red expensive wine.


It was late at night and Nina was dressed in a strapless red dress. As usual, she oozed confidence in her killer heels. She had heavy red lipstick on her lips and a small clutch bag in her hands. She sneaked out of her room but before she did, she took an eyeful of her behind. She looked at the round shape of her buttocks and grabbed one cheek.


Gregory was busy snoring and probably disturbing the next door neighbours with the terrible noise when Nina walked out that door.


Then, she sighted Dakota, who was 8 years old and heading to the Kitchen for a glass of water or milk. Dakota's eyes grew dilated when she saw her Mother all red and hot. She looked bemused and tried to run away, thinking her Mother must have been sleep walking when Nina grabbed her less vehemently.



"Dakota, it's me. What are you doing awake? It's only past 11" said Nina, her red lips vaguely sodden in gloss.

"Mu-Mummy, why are you dressed like a lady in a movie?" Dakota asked, stuttering for a while, her eyes now calm. Nina offered her daughter a glass of warm milk before trying to answer her question.


Dakota was just like Nina. They were alike so much and they talked and acted so intrepid and valiantly. They were the brave ones, while Gregory and Grace had to be called the Submissive ones.


"I've to go see a friend in the Hospital. He really needs help!" Nina lied, now trying to round off the Coloquy, but Dakota seemed to want to know much more.

"I've to be out now, Dakota. If Daddy asks after me, just tell him I had to go see a friend named Joy!"

"Joy? But you said your friend is a He. Do boys get to be named Joy too, Mummy?" The inquisitive one asked, trying to get more words out of Nina.

"Yes, baby. Some people are named Joy, even when they aren't girls like you and me. I've to go now! Also, tell your Sister, Grace, that I love her very much. I love you all!". Just then, Nina placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead and her glossy hair before walking out that door and never returning.



Nina wasn't lost or found. She was on a quest to find Joy and unleash Boredom out of her system. She was desperate to find what she truly deserved after writing Masterpieces and gaining the recognition, fame and affluent lifestyle she truly deserved.


She was bored and she longed for that sating and gratifying freedom she always wanted. She was desperate to find that tool and nothing was going to stop her.

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The compound of Vanessa and Arthur smelled so green and natural. Vanessa was a lover of the juicy Cherry fruit whilst Arthur's favourite was the big Banana. They had so much in common, after being Orphans, losing their Parents to a very fatal Automobile wreckage.


It was heartbreaking and also life changing for them both. Their feelings were ambivalent since the beginning, making them the strangest couple that ever lived on Earth.



Vanessa entertained her Best friend and third Cousin, Miriam, who just got into Town, after disappearing for so long with her British yet Jamaican native Husband. She was expecting what seems to be another Child, since she couldn't stop sharing unavoidable information about the pains and joys of Motherhood.



Unfortunately, Vanessa and Arthur weren't able to bear Children. Vanessa suggested they adopted a few but Arthur dissuaded her instead. They lived on without anyone to carry the legacy of the two Cousins getting married and trying to keep a happy home.



"I can't believe you actually got married to Cousin Arthur. That is a very brave thing to do, I must confess!" Confessed Miriam, as she sipped her Juice slowly and delicately.
"I know, Miriam. We were so much in love when we took that step. Grandmother and others tried to drift the idea out of our minds but we simply ignored all of the negativity and went on with the official plan" Vanessa bragged, the complacent look on her shrivelled face visible. She took a sip from her own Juice and had a brief yet detailed Reverie.



Bananas had always been Arthur's favourite. Back at Granny's house, Granny would always get him Bananas from a mysterious Tree, a mystery to all how Granny was always able to get to the top of it. While the other meddling Children around the peaceful house would tease him and call him a Human Monkey. None of that ever offended Arthur, because they were truly his favourite.



Vanessa was a lover of Cherries and she would eat them almost all day long. No one teased her about her obsession with the juicy and tasty fruit but Arthur was always a victim. She miraculously stood up for him one day and that was when the young love between them both began brewing.



Arthur dreamt of flying, with the best produced Aircraft in history. While Vanessa dreamt of owning a small Bookstore at her home, while her Husband and Children would sit all around her table and read a new book every new day. They shared their dreams and aspirations and kissed to keep their promises.



Vanessa and Arthur went on kissing and kissing to almost anything and everything. They had nothing to be thankful for as unfortunate Orphans but they were absolutely happy and crazy in love with each other. Soon, Arthur began working in a small Bookstore outside the City and he often got fancy Books for his Love, that didn't cost so much.



Vanessa decided to make it to advanced College and keep up with her dreams of being an avid writer.



Their dreams and aspirations grew and they were making it on their own. That was when Arthur popped the big question and asked for his one and only Second Cousin to be his wife forever. Vanessa thought forever was too long but she said Yes to his proposal regardless.



They moved to a small House in the outskirts of the City, where no one would see and/or criticise their union. They were so happy and full of fervour to begin a Family.



Vanessa and Arthur tried every night to make a Soul, which would inherit Vanessa's dainty figure and enchanting personality and Arthur's perfect face and his kissable lips. Arthur would put his Banana fruit into Vanessa's Cherry every night but there wasn't a single Soul made.



It was becoming dull and discouraging for the Couple. But their hopes were still on point, their dreams and goals still at heart and that was when Arthur was summoned to fly an Aircraft for the very first time. He was hired to be the one of the 21 Pilots of a big Aviation Company in another City and he didn't dare decline.



Vanessa was left alone to plant Cherry and Banana fruits in their too big of a garden and years later, there came two blossoming Trees, with many fruits ripe and sweet to eat.



Vanessa eventually got her wish and owned a Bookstore at their home but she would imagine her Husband and many Children being all by her side, reading and having a conversation or two about their favourite Books and Authors.




Arthur would come home to Vanessa once in three months and sometimes, once in six months. Even for a whole year, they wouldn't see each other at all but would communicate through loveless love letters.








A while later when Miriam was out of the House, leaving Vanessa and her shrivelled self to busy around and read a few Books, with a cup of Coffee in her hands when she got a very urgent Message from a young man in the same Company Arthur worked.




For she hadn't laid her old eyes on her husband for so long and when the news of his sudden demise, after a fatal Aircraft wreck reached her ears, she simply read all of her favourite Chapters in all of her favourite Books, before making another cup of Coffee and listening to the noisy yet soul calming Banana and Cherry rusted and dry leaves drop from their Trees.

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The other day, I made an Article about Feminism and here again, Chimamanda has proven why it should be a part of the Society. It's not a 'Must' or a necessary tool but she mildly convinces the reader to see what she sees and feel what she feels. Easy!


Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie was privileged enough to have a taste of the Nigerian and American life so she has a really wide scope about every of her Opinions. Take a look at the link below to feed your mind, just like I've adequately fed mine.


http://www.theguardian.com/childrens-books-site/2016/jan/01/we-should-all-be-feminists-chimamanda-ngozi-adichie-review

Bella and Nathan eventually grew friends, a very special bond, all thanks to Tara. She liked the idea of both teenagers becoming a pair of really good friends. Bella was multi-talented and she was responsible for every of Nathan's sincere smile.


She was a painter, a really good singer and she could do almost every fun thing every boy loved doing. She was a delight to Nathan's eyes.


One evening at the abandoned lake in the Town, Nathan was playing with Bella's notepad of many drawings and paintings when a deep conversation brewed.


"So, what was your dead father like?" Bella asked, trying to get water into her pale hands. Nathan was mute for a while, making Bella recall Nathan was still unable to hear perfectly well. She grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote her question on them, while Nathan would answer them orally.


"I don't know. He really isn't dead to me though. He just disappeared when I was 5 and that is a lot of years ago! I don't like talking about it, Bella!" Nathan's oral skills were poor, making his speech almost a joke to the ear.


"Okay. Well, my birth parents were stupid. They died because they deserved to die. I wished they died a more painful death!" Bella spat, her eyes void of emotions. Nathan's face was impassive as he cringed in fear and terror.


"Bella!" He said frantically.
"It's true. My other adoption Parents were even worse than my birth Parents. They would call me a witch and cut my hair several times. I love my hair. It's really, really pretty!"


"Bella!" Nathan screamed out loud, making a few birds flee. Bella was shocked momentarily when she heard Nathan's sudden scream. She walked closer to him, taking him by the Shirt and yanking him several times.


Nathan was so scared and fled far away from Bella and her horror tales. For days, he never spoke to Bella or took a peek of her figure. He grew more and more distant and stopped talking once again. He kept the really dark secret of Bella's hidden and dark side to himself, making his Mother and Tara wonder greatly what might have happened between both Children.

He grabbed the invitation card and torn it wide open, skimming and scanning it at the same time.


"It's an Halloween party, Nathan. But unfortunately, we can't be there! Mr Sling told me earlier that Halloween was only for the ungodly!" Kendra fought back with her words, her eyes rolled to the back of her head in anger.


"But it was um- unexpected. You've to come. I won't take no for an answer!". Mr Sling departed from their presence after a brief stutter and Nathan was returning to his room when his Mother stopped him.


"How did you hear I and Mr Sling's conversation so clearly earlier? How's your ear truly feeling, boy?". Nathan tried to shy away from her question but she held him back.
"I've to go now, Mom. I'm tired and I need to rest!" Nathan softly ordered. When she noticed she was holding unto Nathan's shirt too hard, she let him go like a bird out of its cage and off he went, to his shell of a room.


Kendra was getting more and more accustomed to her new neighbourhood, her new life in Hemingway but she wasn't used to the new life she had with her Son. He claimed to be alright but he only grew more and more distant. Kendra grew a skin of familiarity on Tara, as she would spend most of her hours after her day at work at the Publishing company.


"Maybe he should have more friends. He has never been that kind of boy but he deserves to be around more people his age!" Kendra confirmed in words, as she looked impassive and vapid.


"You're right. Bella needs that kind of exposure as well. She used to be quite a happy child when she discovered she had no parents but when her adopted parents passed away too, she suddenly became-". Tara was out of words, making her have a sip from her glass of diet Coke drink.


"Dark? Out of league? Odd?" "Exactly!" Tara added, nodding vigorously and smiling impish, after Kendra said the exact missing words in her previous statement. A few minutes later and Bella joined them. She was in a pink sweater and her hair was neatly in French Braid. She sat right next to Kendra and she suddenly felt she could read Bella like a book but it seemed difficult and almost impossible.

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I was suppose to be drinking hard liquor with my friends and accomplices but it just didn't seem right all of a sudden. I was suppose to be dancing the night away and eventually passing out anywhere, after a whirlwind of romance with my Off-And-On Boyfriend, Jake. He wasn't special but so was I. I had no right to complain.



My very small shell of an Apartment reeked of rotten food and it reverberated of songs from my small disc player, goose bumps reacting songs by Kings of Leon filled every corner of my comfort zone. I collapsed into my shabby looking Sofa before getting up to grab a Bottle of Beer. I wanted to do the usual but there wasn't even Beer available in my Refrigerator. What was happening to me? I asked.



I decided to reheat some of the rotten food but the smell was just as terrible as bad Cheese, making me toss it away quickly.



I wanted to eventually fall asleep but used Condoms, Toilet paper and actual sheets of the Journal were scattered on bedsheets. I quickly and carefully made it into something nice and neat. I tossed away the now useless Condoms and toilet papers and was about tossing the Sheets of my Father's Journal when something stopped me.







There was a sudden jolt to my Throwback years. It was so vivid, making me slightly uncomfortable. I remember sitting right next to my Father as he made Literature masterpieces. He was widely known for the best Poems and Plays in the World and I was his only fortunate daughter.




Then, Life cheated me and stole my Father away from me. It happened on a really rainy Thursday as my Father wrote his last. But it was never published or noticed by anyone, except Me. I implored to publish it but it was declined awfully several times. I was enthusiastic but I eventually grew bored and let go. It wasn't so worth it.






I then took another look and I could see something useful. Something that could quench my raging hunger of Boredom deep and buried inside of me. It was the most useful thing I had seen all my life as a 27 year old.



It was my Father's last words resounding in my head, Keep reading! It's one of the most marvellous adventures anyone can have. I smiled to myself and Boredom was slowly drifting away from me. I gained my sight and creativity suddenly.



The urge to dance all night, get drunk and wasted died suddenly and quickly. I felt I deserved something more and I was right. Writing was something more. It took me to places, without a Visa or a Bus pass. It opened my mind, without actually tearing my Head open. It was my Saviour and it was the sweetest Salvation. Boredom made me do it!

She took another tour around the neighbourhood and said a peaceful and brief Hi to the other neighbours, who weren't as terrifying as Mr Sling.


"That's just him. I never liked him since day one also. Don't feel too bad, Kenny!" Miss Tara smiled, while admitting her true feelings for Mr Sling. She offered Kendra a cup of tea, as if tea was the main drink for everyone in Hemingway. Kendra was getting accustomed to Tara's inappropriate and too silly statements when a lean looking girl, with really dark eyes joined them.


She looked like a Teenager but she didn't even talk like one. She talked briefly with Tara and ran back to her hiding place inside the hot and smoky Apartment.


"Who was that?" Kendra asked and Tara was bewildered about something, probably why Kendra asked such a personal question.


"That was my niece. I adopted her a few months ago. Her name is Bella and when she was a little girl, she lost her parents, their bodies were never found. She's such a sad child."
"Is that so? My husband died years ago too and his body was never found. We tried all that we could but it wasn't just possible so I stopped trying moved here for a fresh start!" Kendra narrated. "That is good, Kenny!" Tara quickly added. She tried to offer Kendra a plate of gingerbread but Kendra kindly rebuffed the offer.


She immediately went back to her Apartment and Nathan still wasn't back yet. She wasn't worried or frightened. A little exposure was all her Son deserved. He stopped going to School a lot of years ago, after being severely bullied in his old School. He was a sad child too but he just didn't have dark eyes, the way Bella had them. He looked happy sometimes but she knew deep, deep down, he truly wasn't.


Kendra quickly prepared a Broth, waiting for her Son to return to her. He did a few minutes after 4pm. He looked exhausted and still the same. She said Hi and he just simply waved. She dished out the meal of Broth into his favourite China ware and Nathan ate quickly and silently, before returning to his bedroom.


When Kendra was handling the dishes, Mr Sling knocked on her hard door and she took a while to answer it. He wore a top hat and raised it above his bald head, bowing vaguely to Kendra when she opened the door to see his face.
"Here's an invitation to you, Mrs Sweetening. This is my first Halloween invitation to you. You're invited to my Halloween party!" Mr Sling stated, smiling that odd way once again.
"But you said this place was too godly for such. So what do you mean?" Kendra asked boldly, her arms akimbo on her tiny waist.


"Well, this was unexpected. You're invited and you just can't say no. You've to be there!"
"A party? What party?" A voice from behind startled them both. It was Nathan's and his eyes shone in excitement.

I shouldn't be saying this but I've to. It's on my behalf and several others who feel they aren't recognised or applauded enough for their Works. It's not an easy task to get throbbing ideas out of your head and/or mind and you aren't even recognised at all for doing so. If you're an aspiring Writer, like myself, you should feel exactly what I'm feeling.


I honestly feel I'm not getting the burning attention that I deserve for my works, just because I'm not Writing or dealing on what Someone or more wants. It's unfair, childish and annoying. I'm fumed and I can't hold it in any longer.


Comment whatever you want but it is absolutely true. Regardless of whatever I'm getting right about now, I will still continue to Write, because it is a personal interest of mine, whether anyone likes it or not. ENOUGH IS BLATANTLY ENOUGH!!!

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Harry and Helen were twins. Same age, colour but very different people with severe personality disorder.
Helen was the one who decided to take the bold step of changing her hair colour first, from jet black to ginger red. It was shocking to everyone from School and Church that Helen would do such.


It didn't take so long before Harry had his first Tattoo. Everyone was awe struck with Harry's challenging Tattoo. Both twins went on and on with the silly competition until they eventually put lives in danger.


It was their Mother's upcoming birthday and their Father promised to throw a surprise birthday party for the unlike pair. Helen decided to meet up with her best friend, Cindy for ideas for the best gift ever for their Mother.


Harry met up with Cole, his best friend, who was 9 years older than he was for ideas for a birthday gift.


Cole was 23 and Harry was 14. Cole was a major influence to Harry's style and personality. He persuaded Harry into getting his first Tattoo and he also gave him special lessons on how to chase "Chicks" and eventually lure them to bed.


It was a sunny day in the populated Woods. Trees were everywhere aloft in the sky and dried leaves, with caked blood of animals were littered on the ground. It reeked vaguely but Cole didn't seem to mind.


"What are we doing here?" Harry asked, slightly terrified. Cole smiled mischievously and handed Harry a cigarette. Harry then declined, making Cole call him a Wimp.


"We are going to get Chicks for your Mother's surprise party!" Cole spat out finally, making Harry's head turn.
"What? Why? I don't want Chicks. I want a gift for my Mom, dummy!" Harry angrily stated, almost walking away from Cole. Cole's muscular and supple grip caught up with Harry, throwing him on the ground, right next to the insides of an Animal, making Harry suddenly throw up. Cole smiled at him and further kicked Harry and punched him in the face. Harry tried to fight back but it was impossible, making him land on the ground level again.


Helen and Cindy ran to the gruesome scene and she tried to rescue her Brother but he pushed her away.


"Your Sister is so hot, Harry. I want her!" Cole said, licking his lips.
"Don't you dare!" Harry defended, spitting out blood everywhere.
"What's going on? Cindy, why am I here?" "Shut up!" Cindy yelled, pushing Helen away and then running to stand right next to Cole. Harry, still spitting out blood from his bloody mouth tried to stand next to his unrecognisable twin but it was nearly impossible, making him bend like an old person.


"Fight! One of you needs to be dead!" Cole said, smiling as he rubbed his hands together vigorously.
"Of course not! We won't fight. You're sick person, Cole!" "Shut up!" Cindy ordered, her eyes impassive suddenly.
"Cindy!" Helen tried to say another word but Cindy stopped her with a resounding slap on her cheek.


"I said, Shut up!" Cindy said yet again, after making Helen's face red like a tomato.
"Harry, kill your Sister. She told everyone you were a useless Virgin, even when you lured all of those Chicks so easy!" Cole added, his teeth now visible in his mouth, gnashing them in the most disturbing manner.


"Cole, what are you talking about?" Helen screamed, placing her hand on her hot forehead. Harry then placed a slap on Helen's face, making her do the same on Harry's. It went on and on until Cole got bored and threw a sharp kitchen knife to Harry. Helen gasped when she sighted the Knife in her Brother's grasp.


"Don't do it, Harry. It's me, Helen. We are twins!"
"We don't even look alike!" Harry stated after gaping at his Sister's ginger hair for a lot of minutes. Then, he tried to slit his Sister's wrist or throat. He was confused about the right point to target his first slice on her skin.


"Please Harry!" Helen begged. At this time, Harry quickly cut his Sister on her wrist, making her bleed, her red blood on the brown leaves.
"Very good, Harry. Helen, here's yours!" Cole said, throwing a Knife to Helen. She stared at it for a few minutes and then gaping at her open flesh with red blood all around it and even on the leaves. She targeted Harry's soft spot on his belly and cut through it in small bits. Blood flowed out of it, like the tiniest river.


The twins went on and on, cutting their flesh little by little, as Cole filled their heads with lies and tiny facts from the past. Helen was the last to finish her Brother and she gained a victory speech from Cole.


"So I am the better twin?" She questioned, her eyes not seeing too much of the dim light of the sky now.
"Yes, you're Helen. Your Mother should be so very proud of you!" Cole softly said, walking towards Helen, before piercing a longer and sharper Knife through Helen's soft skin. She looked into his eyes before giving up and lying dead, next to her Twin.


"None of you are better than me. You both deserve to die. Such a boring game of boring twin Brother and Sister!" Cole hissed, pulling the Knife out of Helen's flesh, before tossing it somewhere else. He chopped off tufts of both Helen and Harry's hair and wrapped it like a small pretty present, sending it to their Mother as a gift for her surprise Birthday party.

The two sisters hugged and kissed each other on the cheek good bye and Brenda was off to Philadelphia. It was time for Brenda to start unpacking and communicating with her Son more. That was all she was truly concerned about.


It took Kendra a lot of days to finish unpacking but when she did, she was proud with her handiwork. Everything was neat and so clean, sparkling clean. It was just the last day of unpacking when Nathan raced out of his stuffy bedroom.


Nathan had the average height for a Fourteen year old. He had spiky short hair and his lips were pale purple. He wore more shorts than trousers and his favourite colour was Black. He always had earphones in his grasp, even though his ear infection was an hindrance to the effectiveness of the blaring Music in his ears.


"Hello big boy. Where are you off to?" Kendra warmly asked, a wet cloth in her hands. Nathan had no idea she was talking to him, making her yell louder. But it was no use. He still didn't hear an audible word.


Kendra then walked closer towards him, startling her little boy slightly. "Are you okay, Nathan?" She asked, her eyes void of emotions. "Yup!" Nathan slightly answered back. She kissed his hair, making his small bright face contorted. He had a Bicycle, the only true gift his Father inherited to him before his sudden and paranormal disappearance.


Kendra was left alone once more to finish unpacking and cleaning. When she was done, she went out and about, to feed her weary eyes and visit her unknown neighbours.


Strangely, it was just a few weeks before October 31st, Halloween and no one looked prepared for the scary occasion. Kendra remembered perfectly how she and George were pumped for the occasion, buying candy and chocolate everyday for the hungry and sweet greedy Children around the neighbourhood.


She was still awe struck in her reverie when a really tall man, her next door neighbour, Mr Sling startled her from his really gaunt apartment. He had a bald head, making his height seem endless. He laughed mischievously but it eventually turned out amusing.


"Welcome to Hemingway!" Mr Sling said, smiling at her, his teeth incomplete and slightly rotten looking.
"Thank you, Mr Sling. How are you preparing for Halloween, by the way". It was as if Kendra's question was offensive to the offensive looking man. His face grew contorted, gaping at Kendra in one of the oddest manners.


"We don't appreciate such here. This is the only godly Town for godly people. No one has the right to ruin it, Mrs Sweetening!" Mr Sling spat. Kendra laughed it out impish and walked far away from the odd and strange man.

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By the way, you're talented and very inspiring with Writing. Don't stop.

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If the only thing you recognise today is, 'Netflix and Chill', then you probably missed out on a lot a long, long time ago.


Growing up for me wasn't the kind that sat under old trees while my Old folks would rub my back and break it at the same time with Myths, Legends and Tales. But, as I watered my love for Fiction, Myths were just as important as anything else I came across.


Myths can be defined as, a story from ancient times, especially one that was told to explain natural events or to describe the early history of a people.


There you go, easily and structurally defined, Myths are super special for me because once in a while, they get spiced up by little specks of imagination that cannot hurt the little feelings of the most little person around.


If Myths tend to go on and on in our Generation, it would be bliss. It makes room for more Tales to be created. Don't kill the fun as you and your friends engage in a Myth or two today.

I want everyone to have a Good night sleep so here is the Part A of my Ghoulish Vibes series. Here you go!



Kendra Sweetening was new to the neighbourhood and its spooky adventures. There were several abandoned buildings scattered everywhere, with dark skies risen upon each of them. Kendra and her son, Nathan were excited to have a freshly baked start in the Town.


The Hemingway Town was in an old woods location, with the deer, the squirrel, the fox and the hound trying to live in Harmony.


It was nearly impossible because Kendra and Nathan would find bloody Squirrels lying dead at the outside of their small house.


Kendra was a widow, who lost her husband of many years and decided to have a peaceful life with her teenage son, Nathan, who had a mild ear infection.


Kendra decided to flee away from her family members to settle down and have quality time with her one and only Son.


Many years ago, Kendra's husband, George Sweetening was killed in a Train accident but his body was never mysteriously found. It was a mystery to all, even to Kendra and Nathan.


Ever since, Nathan grew a mild ear infection, making him an introvert to everything and everyone. He wouldn't talk to anyone for days and eventually for weeks. His Mother was patient with her son, trying to communicate with him, even when he didn't really want to.


Kendra and Nathan used to dwell in Pennsylvania, Cleveland until their drastic move to Hemingway. It seemed like a great idea to her and she was ready to start afresh and stay happy, even with the mystery of her Husband's disappearance on her mind.


It was the first week in the Town and Kendra welcomed an unexpected visitor, her Sister, Brenda. Brenda was the only amiable family member she had and they were closer than ever, even after all that has happened in Kendra's life as a Wife and a Mother.


"Thanks for coming all the way from Philadelphia, Brenda. I truly appreciate it. You really shouldn't have bothered to do so though!" Kendra admonished, offering her Sister a warm cup of tea.
"Of course I had to visit you and my one and only nephew. How's his ear feeling now? Any better?". Brenda's question made Kendra's breath shallow, making her slump into one of the still wrapped Sofas.


"Not any better at all. We still stay faithful to his medication, hoping and praying for all of these to stop soon. But I'm losing hope with that boy, to be honest!" She said warmly, her eyes watered. "Don't be, Sister. You're the strongest and you should stay that way. Don't lose hope!" Brenda stated, her lips quite attached to the brim of the small teacup. They talked about the Town's abandoned Amusement park, its Mail system and Food restaurants.


The Town inhibited only 500 people, so Kendra was almost familiar with everyone and anyone. Only Nathan still wasn't.

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I'm a big fan of the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy books. I'm also a bigger fan of Parody. Parody is just funny. It's cool to see someone cut out a yard of their time to mimic something/someone. It may be rash but sometimes, it's just too funny to be mad at.


I've decided to put up a Fifty Shades of Grey (The first Book of the Trilogy) into a Parody. It may not be the best but be patient enough to check it out.


PS: To truly enjoy every bit of this short story, you must have read one of the books or watched the Fifty Shades of Grey phenomena movie a million times (Just saying!).


Anastasia Steele is my name. I'm pretty, In fact too pretty for anyone to detest or hate on. I'm a pretty bird and I've so much shades hidden inside of me.


Today is the day I begin a milestone of Philanthropic works. My best friend and room mate, Katherine is stuck with a mild Malady attack today and she wants me to fill in for her, in order to help out with an Interview. I'm going to see one of the City's richest bachelor. I heard a thing or two from Kate's (Katherine) basket mouth.


I chose to prepare, wearing one of my best fitted dresses and killer heels. My hair is tied up in a Bun and my lips are bloody red. I look hot, I must confess.


Kate's parents are rich. Therefore, I don't have to drive to do what needs to be done. She has a driver and he takes me to Grey House, which is incredulously a skyscraper building. I was in awe because I was expecting to see a small house-like building, as the name, Grey House implies, but instead, I saw something more.


I got into the building and up I went in the elevator. I saw a couple of blonde ladies in the reception room and we began talking about hair, nails and even Christian Grey, himself.


I laid my eyes on him and I wasn't even intimidated, even with his deep, dark and vivid hungry eyes. I fell awkwardly before him in his office, just because my feet were already aching. The shoes were too much of a hill that heels. It hurt the arch of my feet terribly, causing me blisters.



One thing led to another and I gave myself to Christian Grey. I was after his money and not his psychopathic urge for power and control. Kate was just as powerful but she didn't tie me up and whip me around, whenever she wanted to.



Technically, Christian had no right to whip me. Until I annoyed him greatly one night, after a date night at the Movies. He tied me up and whipped me vehemently. This wasn't pleasurable. It was hurtful and humiliating. I didn't even get whipped as a child. He had mercy on me and decided to spank me.


Spanking wasn't easy for Christian. I was accustomed to it, since I was spanked a lot as a child, so he ended up growing a really red palm.



One thing led to another again and Christian fled away from me instead, because he got to know about my ultimate plan to dupe him and squander his wealth.


He said he was a College teacher and had a desperate urge to spank stubborn students a lot of years ago. But when the school authority deprived him from doing so, he took laws into his own hands and spanked innocent girls he came across.
The End...



This is a small and short Parody piece of the original Fifty Shades of Grey story, because Anastasia was never confident about her inward or outward self, she was never after Christian's money, she enjoyed his whipping and spanking, but not because she was spanked as a child and Christian was never a college teacher and he obviously will never be.



See how funny and humorous the Parody piece was, try out one with your favourite book or movie today and amuse your mind and most importantly, the minds of others.

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Anyone familiar with the tale of an heartbroken girl and she has that special guy best friend, that she ends up throwing up tears and snot juice on his shoulder, whenever yet another guy breaks her fragile heart?


Well, mine was totally different. It was nothing like such at all.


My name is Annabel and I'm the heartbroken girl. I'm playing myself, as if in a very low budget and depressing movie. The boy who recently broke my heart is name Jeff. He was hearts and flowers until he cheated on me, after two months of dating. It wasn't suppose to have an effect on me but it actually did. It almost destroyed me.


The one who was suppose to own the shoulders I ought to cry on is my best friend, there isn't a thing in existence known as, Ex-bestfriend yet. But I knew that was all Matthew was to me. We used to be close until he travelled out of the City and we didn't talk so often like we used to. That was heartbreaking for me too. No love and I still had no spare shoulder to rest my weary head upon. It was torture to my body and soul.


A few months passed and it happened again. I was heartbroken yet again and thankfully, Matthew was just around for the long holidays. I called him immediately and told him we needed to see. He said yes very unwillingly and I took decisions into my own weary hands. I dressed up nicely, in the best possible way I could and I was off to his House, which was nearby.


I arrived his Apartment and we had a great distance between each other while we stood and talked. We were trying to sound familiar once again but I didn't even know when I burst into hot uncontrollable tears. Matthew was shocked and when he asked me what was wrong, I told him it had happened again. He really didn't understand my series of heartbreak and I was too much in emotions to start narrating each and every one of the nasty episodes.


Matthew took me into his arms and he rubbed my back, making me cry less now. I was now getting into a repose mode and Matthew was willing to let me pass out in his Couch or Bed. He didn't obviously mind if I did. But I didn't, I tried to kiss him and he actually kissed me back.


Things got intense and I wasn't so fragile and weary any longer and he wasn't scared that he might break me into halves if he went on any harder on me.




It was as if Louis was destined to see the text I sent to my second and better half, my accomplice and friend, Lucy. I foolishly left my phone behind at the House and Louis was fortunate enough to see my bare phone and revealing text. He went straight to I and Matthew's hiding, just before things were getting steamy.



"Just do it! Do whatever you want with me!" I harshly commanded and Matthew was just about to obey when Louis joined us. His mouth was dry and ajar, wondering what I was up to. Matthew was just as confused but still managed to throw a sucker punch at Louis. I sank down on my knees crying and begging for them to stop but Matthew just wouldn't listen.


"What's going on here, Anna?!" Both of them questioned, because they realised I was obviously using and fooling them.

"I'm sorry, Matthew. Boredom made me do it! I'm so sorry. I needed your attention so badly but you were never around!" Matthew sparked in anger, making me weaker by the moment.

"Anna, you're apologising to him? What about me?" Louis questioned, his eyes almost watered in tears, probably because he was hurt or just angry, like Matthew.


Truth be told, I disappointed everyone. I've had been with Louis for a couple of months but Boredom made me try to return to my one and only true friend. The one I needed desperately but obviously didn't want me back.


Matthew was the motive and I ended up the sad, unfortunate and heartbroken victim once again. Boredom ruined me. Boredom made me a victim.

I loved it. Nice tale. Really gruesome and challenging. Follow back, will you?

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I love the very good young woman of a Writer, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I envy how much talent she has in her system and how she shares it so passionately with the World.


The fact that one of the most Literature legend that ever lived, Chinua Achebe has tagged her as an 'Ancient Storyteller', not just a mere Storyteller but a blessed one. That is a huge deal and that's why I've decided to acknowledge the one and only Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.


Here are a few things I've greatly noticed about her Fictitious but almost so sounding like true Books thus far;


1. Her Personality: You don't need to Google search Chimamanda to know so much about her personality. She's a lover of the Ibo heritage and she's also truthful about the pros and cons of the White man and his culture. Chimamanda has blessed my mind greatly with the basic tips of how things are done and how people act overseas, particularly in The UK and US.



2. Her Books are filled with Knowledge: She isn't tagged an Ancient storyteller for nothing. Chimamanda's words are filled with watered knowledge, refreshing to the mind and forever entertaining to the soul.



3. She's highly Fictitious: She writes Fiction pieces but you might just be deceived as I was that her Books were actually Non-Fiction. Chimamanda's works are highly blessed with the best of Allusion, Flashback and even fore shadowing, making her Books seem like a diary whenever you come across any of them.



4. Her Culture and Heritage: She never leaves her Culture and Heritage behind. Even after staying Overseas for a lot of years, Chimamanda never let any heart down when reading her Books, because she's still highly knowledgeable about her Culture and Heritage about the Eastern part of the Country, Nigeria.



5. The Beginning till the End: The starting point of her Books can tell a million words of how anticipated you should feel. Chimamanda begins with her list of acknowledgement or she could simply just write, 'For Ivara' ('Ivara' happens to be her Husband of many years.) Also, we get to see the tons of comments she has received from so many people from the Society towards her works. Lastly, the end of her Books puts that everlasting smile on our faces. She always creates a Masterpiece.



There could be more but these are the top reasons why Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie will forever be acknowledged and cherished in our little Fictional hearts.

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Who knew that very white walls could feel so dark? I didn't. No one told me this place with so many people like myself would feel so lonely and more depressing.






My name is Cara. I don't even remember what I look like anymore. I haven't seen myself through any shard of glass for ages. I'm a tainted individual of who I used to be.



I was raised in a farm, that kind with harvest of plenty. We never got starved and so did our animals. I loved life and was expectant of what it had to offer.



I remember having big Sunday family dinners with my Aunties, Uncles and Cousins. I would dance to the 80s tunes on the radio, until my dress would get stained with my sweat. I would laugh so hard until I eventually cried. I also remembered going to the end point of the big farm house, where I would kiss my Cousin, Benjamin.



I knew kissing was a thing for adults but I was only 12 and enjoying how my raging hormones were surging my entire system. I felt so alive locking lips with Benjamin, my copper haired cousin near the farm house, where foul smell of Cattle dung filled the air but we didn't mind, we enjoyed every moment of our moment.



My favourite Auntie was Auntie Tina. I remember her being huge but not green at all. She was round but tall. She had the sweetest smile on her round face but she prepared the nicest pancakes for breakfast. She and my Mother were sisters and best friends. They would talk to each other in whispers and laugh over anything and everything.



As the only child of my parents, I desperately desired a playmate, someone I would talk to, play with and share my emotions and thoughts with. Benjamin was the right relative for the job, making me more and more attracted to him. He was 15 but we kissed like overrated actors in romantic movie. Sometimes, I would tiptoe on my tiny toes, so I could perfectly meet my lips with his.






It was just another day at the Mental Institute. My folks back home didn't like telling the neighbours and others around that I was insane, but it was true. I was insane. I ate vegetable with a spoon. I drank water with my hands instead of a cup until I tied to the place I belonged.



I had a friend in this place. She told me her name was Sandy but I doubted it. She was just as insane as I was. She ate more vegetables with a spoon and said my hands were more effective for drinking water than hers. But she was kind, truly kind and loyal to the kind of friendship we had with each other.



Sandy and I were casually having a drink and a bite, after our favourite nurse, Miss Candice served us a treat. We were sitting right next to the waste bin, mostly filled with used wrappers of chocolates than actual garbage when our eyes met with a gray haired lady. She was in red, her lips shiny but colourless. She smiled at Sandy and reached for her. Nurse Candice quickly stopped her and we sighted them talking by the corner of the room. Others stared at the red lady as they talked for a lot of minutes.



The red lady was all smiles again and reached out for Sandy. Sandy's eyes were jolted open in bewilderment and fear. She screamed and moved away from the lady. Soon, Sandy couldn't make comprehensible words out of her mouth. She was stuttering and screaming at the same time. I couldn't understand what was happening right before my eyes. My brain was getting bored of the events I was seeing right there and then.







Auntie Tina got out of the house as the temperature was rising every moment. I could sight her with a cigarette and a lighter. Lately, she has been smoking. I overheard my Mother caution Auntie Tina about the dangers of smoking but she wouldn't listen. I knew smoking was a bad thing to do and I also knew kissing a relative was even a more bad and offensive thing to do.



But nevertheless, I went on with the act. Benjamin's mother, Auntie Tina was out and about for her smoking expedition and I was out for kissing lessons.



I was now 13 and Benjamin, 15. I was carefully walking through the paths of the farm house when Benjamin startled me with a "Boo!". I was so petrified, as the hairs on my ears were awakened. It was only Benjamin and he had a small rose flower in his hands. He grabbed my tiny waist and the kissing lessons suddenly began.



We kissed and kissed until the only thing I could hear was the sudden slap resounding on my left ear.



"Aun-tie!" I stuttered as my hearing wasn't yet regained from her hot slap on my face. I almost wanted to cry.
"You child of filth. How dare you!" Auntine Tina yelled, pulling my ears and yanking them. Benjamin raced himself from our presence, even when he heard me screaming and pleading for mercy from his Mother.



"I'll teach you a lesson, you LovePeddler!". Auntin Tina threatened me greatly, twisting my ears a little more. She decided to place the burning ends of her cigarettes on my flesh, making me wince loudly. She twisted my nipples through my lacy dress and laughed as she did so. She laughed some more as she asked me to UnCloth. Why would Auntie Tina ask me to take off my clothes? Even Benjamin never did so.





That was actually the last time I set my crying eyes on Sandy - which actually wasn't her real name. Her real name was Angela, that was what Nurse Candice spoke to my hearing a few weeks after she left the Mental Institute.



The lady in read was her Mother and she had finally redeemed her lost daughter. No one was there to redeem me. No one knew the true story. Just I and Auntie Tina.






Auntie Tina ordered me to take off that floral lacy dress from my burning skin. I wanted to say no but she was about lighting another stick of cigarette. I was so scared, making me divest myself of my clothing.



"Get on with it, you little bitch!" Auntie Tina said, the stick of cigarette put in place with her big teeth. I eventually took off my dress, leaving me ashen in just my underwear. Auntie Tina smiled and licked her now dark lips in the most disturbing manner.



She pinched on my nipples yet again but she didn't laugh this time. Soft moans escaped from her lips as she did so. I screamed loudly but no one was there to rescue me from what was happening.






Inside the white walls of the Mental Institute, I got the news that Auntie Tina was confirmed Lesbian and decided to take up smoking and drinking, to tame the roaring thoughts back then. I was the only victim and she took advantage of me gladly.



I gave in to the Mental Institute because I was different. None of my Uncles plucked my nipples or kissed me passionately the way Auntie Tina did, not even Benjamin did. I thought I was abnormal. I thought I deserved to be locked up. For I thought my mind was just bored and deserved a little more.

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Often times, I couldn't help myself but wonder why Writers/Authors are so precious? Why are they greatly celebrated and their words are like seeds with water to the soil? That was the exact moment I found an Article that could reveal why myself and millions of Writers all around the World are darn special.


Let's take a deep look at all of the special and very captivating attributes of every Writer (Including myself he he he)


1. Writing and Reading are Adventurous: Therefore every Writer is definitely going to make you go on a Fantasy trip within minutes of just the slightest words from their mouth. Writers are super good with that!


2. Writers are intensely interesting and could introduce you to so many things: Once again, Writers can teach you so many things. They are great teachers and could give you the greatest deal of knowledge within seconds.


3. Fiction Lovers, Writers and Readers are highly sensitive lovers: Now, you must admit to being a Fiction Lover as well. Writers are just as sensitive as a Toddler. They are also great lovers, making romance an easy 'A' job.


4. Writers are obviously great role models: Everyone loves Writers, you do too, don't you? Writers aren't only special, sweet and sensitive (The triple wondrous 'S') but they are also great role models.


This Article is specially made for every Fiction Lover in the world. Keep on broadening the horizons of your mind. It's super sexy!!!