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ghostwritter:
There I sat on the third row by the edge watching Jide starring at his beautiful bride, both grinning to one another as they stood by the foot of the altar ready to be committed in vows.

“I promise to love you, to be your best friend, to respect and support you, to be patient with you, to work together with you to achieve our goals, to accept you unconditionally and to share my life with...” Agnes vow in the presence of the congregation was cut short by sudden burst of wind which took everyone by surprise. the atmosphere in the church began to darken. everyone grumbling and murmuring in fear.
There from behind of the hall appeared something strange, it was a reptile, an anaconda, one big enough to swallow two grown men crawling slowly towards the altar in it shinning scales and it red glowing eyes, its tongue flipping. I stared petrified in horror just like everyone else, unable to speak or move, we could only watch as the serpent crawled it way to the altar to transform into something else, into a woman. OMG! I couldn't believe who it was, Cynthia...Jide's ex.

the above narration came into my head this Saturday attending my friend's wedding, Jide. now am even planning to develop the story into a crazy love‐horror tale.
Inspiration for me is like air, it's everywhere for me and attacks me every seconds. I have got over a hundred unpublished mind blowing stories in my PC. and countless jolted titles. my biggest problem is time to develop the stories and money to have them published into the kind of standard I soooo wish.

my biggest gift to me by God Almighty is my weird imagination in every environment I find myself. I never get bored being alone. I create my own movies inside my head and just laugh or cry to it. Unlike Larrysun, my babe no dey send me at all, she wouldn't even read a lines from it, all she cares about is the realities around her. Fun lady I must say, she is missing out.

a lot of writers and readers here inspired me many years back. love you all.

J2381:
Pussy.

IamPlato:
As For Inspiration, My Dreams Tell Me A lot Of Stories, of Recent I Had An Incredible Dream.

Words Can Also Inspire My Book. I Remember Hearing The Word "Blood And Thunder" in A Movie I Immediately Liked The Word And Wrote on It.

Sometimes I Sit Down and A Story Plays In My Head.


The Bible Is An Inspiration For Me Too.

People Inspire Me Especially Beautiful Ladies. I Can Look At A Very Pretty Lady And See a Story all Over Her