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donkross1:
Naso these story end. Lailai. Roy come and finish it

RyanCassidy:
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we still dey wait the boss make e start season 3 o

hidhrhis:
OMG where is this great writer
you are fucking good
the story is dope
your last seen was december
whats wrong op
where are you

sheba222:
woow is all I can say,pls can u share link to ur oda stories tanks

flamez94:
hey Roy
I have read this story in coolval up to season three

am not saying urs is piracy but if you are the owner of the story ,I will commend your work first , you are one the best writer I have ever came across

I will give this story ten stars out of five star rating, you dope
But fella you need put a link here for your follower to access the story while you completes the season three

Prognose:
Amazzzzzzzzzzziiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!

Who is this guy! Wow! Awesome read man, awesome!

I'm definitely reading the rest of your work!

vkon2:
Let me start reading it now

Humulity:
Good job Roy, never know there there is interesting story on nairaland. you made my day...........

oceanp:
bia Chuks nooo Roy .u sure say u no get this power for reality . Cus I need someone to tell me somtyn about my bobo o.





and thank God I didn't have to wait tru d suspense to read d full story.
it felt so real , like I was screaming all tru. great writeup. more grace to ya brain.
I read am for 2016. mehn

davedave1:
Royver, please can I get the full story of this topic please, was reading through it again and k don't like where it stuck

aboyaji:
Next slide

A dark complexioned man in his late 50's and a lady in her early 40's were seen rushing into the large awning which was about 18ft wide and 9ft tall.

"Good evening, brother." The dark complexioned man said and kept stamping his feet on the floor to shake off the water on his trousers and shoes. The woman was too busy cuddling unto her hand bag which was too precious at the moment. I could see her bring out her mini umbrella from the precious bag, unlocking the strap holding it together and engaging the eject shooter. In no time, a rose flowered blue umbrella was unveiled. She hoisted it maybe to juxtapose its strength with the pressure of the rain. It dawned on her she was better off under the awning than under her umbrella.

The sound coming from the Mart had me nodding throughout my interim stay in front of the Mart. Lionel Richie's STUCK ON YOU was on play when I saw this sister walking with an umbrella. I got interested of the new development that surfaced, of course I wasn't going to sit there forever. But I got withdrawn when I squinted and realized they were a couple of which there was no other room left for me. I sat down and bowed my head in disappointment.


I waited for a while till it started drizzling so I made my way into the tarred road. The older woman had picked up her umbrella yet again and headed for the road.

No longer sooner have had I covered a distance than I met this the sister that had passed previously walking slowly, but now alone. Probably, the other person had taken his leave. so I came to the realization that she was being of help to him. so I thought.

The weather had gotten darker left save for the beams of light coming from the headlamps of cars and other commuters and the noises emanating from honking horns which kept the road very busy and audible.

I was already drenched to my feet, so I paid less attention to the splashes of dirty, murky flood the road users poured on me. The beam coming from behind shone on us and I was able to see the color of her dress - A dark blue short- sleeved gown. But in the light of my findings, I could vaguely make out her face at the moment. The uncomfortable situation we were all in had dissuaded me from seeing her face and there was no ray of light from the front end as well. I approached and asked if I could join her and the following conversation ensued :

"Hello, can I join you " I politely asked.

She raised her head, now looking at a 6.2ft young man asking for help.

"Yes. Yes you can". she affirmed.

I joined immediately and she shifted to the right for more accommodation. Droplets of rain from the umbrella was still hitting on my left shoulder which made me squeeze my arm and body closely.

We'd ve walked a few feet then I decided to proffer a better solution of comfort by asking her to let me hold the umbrella since I'm I was taller and would hold it more comfortably. She declined and insisted on holding it still.

"it seems this girl doesn't know her exact height" I said thought to myself and took my time scrutinizing her and as well while taking a mental calculation of her actual height.

"4.8 or 5ft highest, she can't exceed that ". I concluded inwardly.

"OK, you can hold it. I think you're in the right position since you're taller". she finally gave up.

"Now, you're right on track and back to your 4G LTE network()" I thought and grabbed the handle of the umbrella.

A long, yet short silence was observed as we embarked on this rain-induced meeting. Then, I broke the silence.

"Hey, where are you coming back from and where are you headed" I asked.

"church, and I'm going home". she retorted.

"OK, won't you win a soul tonight "? I asked, trying to indulge her in a lengthy conversation.

She let out a loud laughter as the question came in abruptly. I could guess from her countenance, she was a bit perturbed. Notwithstanding, she shook it off.

"Sorry oh, I forgot myself. what would you want me to talk on, and where do you think is your area of concentration that requires clarification"? She asked and Her cheek grew bigger as the question came while her face lit up more from the laughter she just had.

"Anywhere. just start anywhere". I said .

"Alright". She said. I was taken on a lengthy journey of Gospel which encompassed all angles I've heard repeatedly in the church and on TV and on the streets too. What got me flummoxed was the influx of biblical knowledge permeating every context of hers which had me engrossed for as long as I could remember.

aboyaji:
THE RAIN

( a short story by ucmacanthony)


"...can I share how I met this lovely sister here"? I said, pointing at the direction where she was seated.

"Yes! ". The congregation echoed.

I could see some members of the church nodding in the affirmative while others were just indifferent.

"Please, sister, may you join me on the podium "?. I requested.

The Lady on a black skirt and blouse rose to her feet and made a headway in my direction. She reached and turned to a 180° , now facing the crowd while their eyes were all fixated on her.

Holding the microphone firmly on my right hand and reserving the left hand for gesticulation, I began...

"I met this sister on a fateful Wednesday night between the hours of 7 and 8pm while I was on my way home from Trans Amadi. I had to go there from my residence on foot".

I could notice the astonishment building up in the eyes of the congregation as they raised their eyebrows in amazement. Some readjusted their seats while looking on each other's eyes.

"Not that I only went on foot, I was actually coming back on foot too". I continued.

"In one or two occasions, I managed to climb into the back of moving lorries that were heading my way in the long trekking. I quickly jumped down and got on another as soon as the lorries diverted into a different direction".

While on the road, the cloud had clustered together and had become more darker this time. Condensation had taken place in the atmosphere, hence the cold weather. There's been an intermittent rumbling in the Sky and the express road leading to the shell company located along Okpulor road in etche Lga had been overwhelmed by gusts of wind.

In a bid to make ends meet, Bikers were seen jostling and struggling to get passengers on their bikes to be conveyed to their respective homes just along the shell junction. The number of taxis had reduced to a certain amount being that there are more passengers coming back home than those going out at this time of the evening.

I delved into my pocket to get my phone. Looking at the screen, the time said "7:16pm.There was a drop of liquid substance on my device which I had no knowledge of its source. Looking up, it hit directly on my eyelid. I quickly returned the phone back to where I got it from as I walked past the commuters.

"it's really going to rain for sure" I said to myself.

I walked briskly along the road as the droplets came more than expected. I really couldn't fathom the ambiguity of the challenges I was facing; whether it's the impending rainfall or the odoriferous stench from the pile of dirt littered along the right wing of the road which had successfully found its way into my nasal cavity. I grimaced as the odour wafted now leaving me with no other option but to stifle my breath for the next 30 seconds as I increased my pace.

The speed bumps which had contributed to sanity restoration to the road users had given way as it wore from the middle which made bikers to speed uncontrollably. An oncoming biker had paid less attention to the young boys jaywalking as he zoomed at a high acceleration hitting his throttle presumably at 60mph unconscious of the speed bumps, he applied an abrupt brake and swerved over the bumps involuntarily and the boys rushed to the side of the road.

Jim Jam Super Mart was some metres away from me. I murmured some prayers in my heart to reach it in time as I'm partly drenched. It had started raining heavily before I scurried to the Mart. The awning built in front of the mart for displaying items was now my saving grace. I ran into it and heaved a heavy sigh. I brought out my phone once again to check how safe it's been under the downpour. Alas! it was unscathed. No single droplet on its plastic body.

A plastic back chair was idling just before the entrance to the Mart. The staff of the Mart were all indoors already entertaining themselves with the cool blues compilation in their laptop which gave a nice rendition that rebounded on the glass doors and windows. I was able to make out the genre and artist of the music on play as I eavesdropped from the door.

"SPEECHLESS. Oh, what a sooting sound by Mj"! I said as I checked on the staff.

The cold was already lurking and I sat comfortably on the chair albeit shaky legs, waiting for the rain to calm down a bit before I continue and finally head home because of my allergies for rain of which could make me prone to cold - Pneumonia.

Judging from the pressure it was raining, I don't think it's going to calm down anytime soon. I checked the time and it's already rounding toward 8.

aboyaji:
Hello, Nairaland literature section.

This is my first time putting down a written story aside the diary I made since 2014. I may not be a good and perfect writer, but I know that a day begins a STORY. This story here.

I've read a number of interesting stories here (Nairaland) and outside this ecosystem.

I have a list of guys that turned me on with their writing prowess. I admire them a lot. They are;


Royver - I'm addicted to this fellow here. I'm actually obsessed with him and his stories. I'm still reading The story he wrote since 2013 or so ( I see things others do not see) till today. Over and over.

Divepen1 - The Oga kpatakpata of all the writers. the general Overseer

Slickest - the weird and scary writer.

Audrey Timms.......

Theblessesman Darousmart - he knows himself.

Classcaptain - The funny writer

Slap1 - I read your short story and wanted to destroy mine. Yours motivated me.

I can't name all the good writers here because I can't remember all. Sometimes, I can't remember my own name sef.

And all the Bigwigs in here. Salud!!!

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gracile:
Hello y’all! It's been a minute and I've really missed you guys especially literaturelanders.
I want to mention names like Oluwabuqqyolo, Rachael, Tiffanyj (my mama), Royver (my author crush) agapecharis, etc but I won't be surprised if they aren't active here anymore like myself and that's even if I got the monikers right (it's a miracle I still remember the codes for smileys).
Alright so aside trying to catch up on old friends and hopefully making new ones, I'm here to advertise my blog. I know right, I finally got one lol. So enough already and let's get down to brass tacks.

There are various ways we get our inspirations from. For some (and many) it’s music, books, movies to others, it might be real life experiences or purely imagination. And those are valid ways as I use them myself but then, I found that we still sometimes, run out of ideas or inspiration to write or do whatever art it is we do. We’ve all been there. So if you’re familiar with writers block, you’re at the right place. Because the truth is inspiration to write is everywhere around us and one only needs to be observant and curious enough to leave the comfort (regular) zones. Like trying something new maybe odd �.

There are so many odd places to get writing ideas from however, I’ve selected only five (5). Whether it’s content writing, creative writing and in fact, generally arts you do. I’m about to broaden your options on getting ideas.

Eavesdropping

Yo! Time to get your ears up fellas. People dispatch plenty of information when they talk and the good thing is, you don’t even need to creep on them or spy on their conversations. You just need to follow on an interesting chitchat from two ladies or guys, in a bus or on a random queue. Trust me, you could learn a story or two to write about.

Animals

Weird right? Of course, we’re talking odd. I know for a fact that animals are a very fascinating creature to observe and even learn a few things from. Countless times I have caught myself watching an animal do something even as mundane as regurgitating, and then my brain go spinning several scenarios and patterns associated with the act. I try to imagine what goes on in their head when I see them exhibiting a certain behavior. Take my cat for instance, Tabby perfectly knows how to carry herself and still cherish her comfort, so I learnt poise from her. She’s also charming, now ain’t I? *flutters lashes* lol.

So when next you see an animal, be it your pet or kangaroo in the bush, stop and watch them with keen interest, you never know, that may be the answer to your next genius story!

Market place

I always say that the market is where you see all caliber of persons. From the mildly insane to the extremely insane to those that are just insane, by default!

A few times, I’ll stand by and watch, intrigued by the movements, dress, body language of diverse people, brushing shoulders, breaking sweat, spewing curses hauling germs in a rush to buy and sell! There are so many amusing characters to talk about in the market; definitely not a bad idea for comic write ups.

Gym

You already know that people think clearer when they’re fit plus funny ‘stuffs’ do happen in the gym. I once heard a weightlifter died after a bench press fell on his neck (this is not funny though).
Now, you may want to maximize your next work out session so, instead of ogling at that hot lady’s behind or that dudes abs when you’re on break, get yourself a story to write about. Ogling a lil bit don’t hurt too though.

Taking walks

Oldie but absolutely a goodie. Especially, in our contemporary world where walking is seen as a punishment reserved for the ‘broke’ or stingy folks. Now not only is this activity healthy but it also allows one ample amount of time to think, reflect and meditate. Instead of jumping into the next available motorcycle or cab, take a walk. You also get to burn some calories and save some change for ice cream later �

Now it’s your turn, what unconventional (odd or weird) ways or places do you get ideas from?

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ministerblessed:
Present sir!!!

LightQueen:
Interesting

zerozeroseven:
Awesome work as usual Royver!

Ishilove:
No even tink am. You cannor leave us hanging like dis

Ishilove:
How very morbid...

Great job as usual, Roy. Will you be updating?

Divepen1:
Devilmaycry


I'm sorry I pleaded with my hands tied as I woke up but instead recieved a whip to my back.I was Unclad and been tortured by a lady whom I just met.
"Now kneel and bend forward"
she shouted.
I was left with no option but to obey,how did I get myself into this mess?
Then it downed on me what I was into,she was coming with a strapon round her waist.Next I felt someone grabbing my waist from behind and slapping my ass.Trying to force that thing inside me.Ohh alcohol,if only I had listened to the voice of chibuzor.
vs
Kusibe77

Divepen1:
MisterRuk

The Gambler
One. night in Benin, a gambler and his wife were arguing.
His wife nagged:" You are such a useless man!Your gambling is fruitless! When will you find a job and start acting like a real man?"
The gambler replied: "You are right, I'll drop gambling and turn my wrongs into rights by starting with you, because marrying you is the worst gamble I ever did"
Then he brought out a gold ring, he wore it and touched his wife, she turned into a shiny gold statue. The gambler sold the statue to an art museum and he became very rich.

---

Vs
Divineroyalty


[On entering the interrogation room,Agent Leo felt something was amiss: Chief suspect smiling?


"Hello............"


"I'm here because I was seen yards away from the crime scene with a gun and weird clothes huh?" Suspect interrupted. "Well, I was coming back from my show. That's my costume."

He leaned forward, "There's been over thirty cold case murders dating back three years. Relocated here just a month ago. Ask the neighbours."

---

Was this an attempt to mess his head ?


Leo felt someone was watching him, as if waiting for him to make a move on the terrible details he was given.

Cc:
Royver
Cc Royver

Correction

Divepen1:
duch12


They say the grass is green on other side but I just found out it isn't. If anyone had told me months ago that I, Ejero will be a slave to one Goddamn Arab man in Malaysia. I will slap the person on both cheeks but here I am, lying on the dirty floor as a slave.
The steel door opened and a hunky Arab man entered, grabbed a woman by her hair and dragged her out. Every day, someone is being dragged out of the cage to God knows where. Will I ever make it out of here alive?


vs

Frankenstein
Fighter


“Clear!”

The defibrillator hummed and jolted me. My mind flashed.

---

Mummy had warned me about following strangers to their house, but it’d been Bayo who’d taught me fractions and called me ‘Liddle one'.

I’d tried to push him off, but my 9-year-old body proved weak. He’d pinned me on his mattress.

But something had roared in me; Something unnatural.

I’d then bit, scratched, screamed. I was being battered but I’d fought, and I’d won, while he fled scared.

---

Two weeks later, I woke up in the ICU. Bayo had been caught and the Media was calling me Fighter Girl.

Cc Divepen
Cc Royver