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Thanks.

Cc Divineroyalty

Divineroyalty/MisterRuk


Duch12/Frankenstein


Devilmaycry/Kusibe77


You have been paired.

9 and 19 I choose you (Dutch12, Kusibe77)

11 and 15 though is a tie. I don't know who to pick.

Sigh.

Modified.

I choose 15. Devilmaycry.


So divepen. My choices are

9 - duch12
15 - devilmaycry
19 - Kusibe77.

I will add these to my camp.

Thanks.

Divepen1:
Entry 19

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The place the girl mentioned is an abandoned warehouse with a dwarf fence. It isn't far from school and there is the risk of finding dangerous things in it. A train track passes besides the building which is said to be used for storing scrap metals. In the past, when metals were quiet at night, lovers used the place. I am here to check the warehouse and to see him.

I stand, palms in my pocket, and, behind the flowers behind the bench in the front of the warehouse is a sign post that reads: city warehouse, and besides it, he exhales visibly under the light of the night.

‘Hi,’ I call.
‘You shouldn’t be here,’ He says.
I point to the little girl, ‘she says her teddy is inside.’
‘Forget it,’ he says and walks away.
I don’t want to believe him. I have heard so much about the warehouse and I might find some things to use in my story. Telling the girl to wait, I walk towards the fence. He didn’t even wait to allow me explain how I have missed him. The gate squeaks open.

‘Which side is it?’ I ask the girl.
She is quiet. I turn.
The thing is about hundred eight feet tall with giant hands, large nails, red eyes, and it’s snarling. It walks to the transfixed girl. And I shut my eyes and scream. When I open them, the thing is removing pieces of blood-stained dress from its mouth.

Storyteller! Good command of prose. Fair command of syntax. Intruige and the power to weave her/his spell until you're drawn in is there. However storyteller, when you finish writing, read your story like you are the one that didn't write it. Did you put down all the information you wanted to? Is the story as complete outside as it was in your head?

I like you. You have been chosen.

Divepen1:
Entry 15

I know some countries support homosexuality,but that life is disgusting to me.I remember encountering one back then,I usually hear of them but it wasn't real to me.I always thought it was all lies.
So on this sunday afternoon after church service i escorted my mum to the road cos she wanted visiting her friend but i had the intention of buying fuel since there was no light.
After buying the fuel i decided to use another road home,when I saw this guy,he was walking somehow shaking his waist.He came close and started with the usual hello,I thought he wanted asking for directions or something so I replied him.
Then he said,he saw me when I passed with my mum,that i looked so fine and that he has been waiting to talk to me.
Ahh my body was already shaking self,but i had to keep calm,so all the stories i have been hearing was true and happening in my presence.I was speechless.
He then proceeded to ask about my name,I replied with a fake one though.He now told me he likes me and wanted to be a friend.I told him no wahala,but deep down i was scared.
"Where are you staying " he said
I quickly gave him a fake address,as I was telling him I was giving him pace since we were walking.When I turned the next street and he was far behind i started running till I got home.That was how I woke up sweating,damn! I was only dreaming.

Storyteller. But a little careless. And not ambitious. Why? What were you afraid of? You have power. I would like to harness that power if you let me.

You have been chosen.

Divepen1:
Entry 13

Ezra my friend is the most kind and reserve friend i've ever had.
Always puts others interest first,a selfless fellow but one thing i
know he dreads most is being in the presence of ladies; far from it!
He is handsome and at times i feel like i should have those sexy eyes
of his. Why is Ezra always scared of them girls?





James another friend of mine have tried to get Ezra laid but it just
doesnt turn out productive.





"we can talk about this amicably and no one will leave this room in a
bucket" she said still standing.




"You don't expect me to pass those documents to you for nothing do you?"
This is getting complicated...oh God! whats she doing with a dagger?





The gate wasn't locked so i strolled in.
About to knock on the door i heard voices from inside.





"Ahhhhh! You are one strong stud huh?
"Damn! That was...ohhhh my God!"





Wow sounds like Ezra won't be needing our help anyway. Get her bro!
Smash her very hard! She said his a stud...





"Am sorry Mr Ezra..."
she's sorry?
"Your death won't..."
who's death?...Ezra!...
I banged on the door it was locked from the inside and from inside i
heard the shattaring of glasses; The window!





I stepped back and rammed the door open with my shoulder.
There he lay soaked crimeson.
They weren't even...
I rushed towards the broken window, my vision blured by tears. No one in sight.

OK. Good story. Words however are scattered everywhere. This person has a lot of energy. S/he just needs to channel it properly.

Noted.

One more and I retire to my cave.

Divepen1:
Entry 11

BLACK TO WHITE
Temidayo--- sitting on the settee---was astronomically perplexed, sensitively worried, and rationally infuriated. His ruddy face had become dejected.
He looked at the phone in consternation, he could not believe what he had seen; the transition of black and white.
The myriad of questions flooding his heart, were indeed, numberless. He could not answer questions with the recent trauma garnered through his chat with his friend. “When some try to revamp our culture, some want its death enthusiastically” he said aloud, unknowingly.
“This is preposterous!” he postulated, dropping the phone on the settee and stood up. “Must we live like them? Must we dress the same way? Must we eat their food? Above all, must we bear their names? He asked solemnly, raising his two hands upward like a baby crying for help to gesticulate his inquisitively pensive mood.
It was obvious that the outrageous act of Temidayo’s pen – friend, Raphael, had made him swim in the poll of overwhelming thought. For career purpose, his friend had changed his name from Makinde Raphael Tobi to “Mark Ralph Toob”. The latter that was used on Facebook , and freelance websites for gentrifying reasons.
“If you can’t beat them… I prefer to be a white in order to have breakthrough easily” were words for flimsy excuse by Raphael.
“Things about our culture have gone from bad to worse. Can the cultural remnants survive fifty years more of its perish?” he asked, rhetorically, tears tricked down his face. He collapsed on the floor.

Here have a poet trying to be a storyteller. Both arts are brothers-in-arms. Your grasp of prose and rhythm is natural. Unfortunately (or maybe not) you're ambitious. Ambition can be your selling point but then again it can quickly lead to your downfall. You have it in you but you may have to bring down your vocabulary a little. The poet doesn't care if his words are misunderstood, to him it is the beauty that is important. The storyteller however wants to hypnotize every listener and draw them into his world. Can you do that?

You have been chosen.
Modified.
I had to make a choice. I'm so sorry.

Divepen1:
Entry 9

Violet walked towards the building, smiling, her gigantic hips swinging from side the side. She pushed the entrance door and climbed the stairs, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She turned left stomped to the third door. A sweet aroma hit her nose. She smiled and inhaled deeply; her stomach rumbles. 
Segun is at it again. She stretched forward her hand and turned the knob; the door was locked. She quickly opened her bag and brought out a bunch of keys. She inserted a key into the hole, turned it twice and pushed the door. She entered and locked the door behind her. 
There were two glass cups and an empty bottle of vodka on the glass table. Music was playing on the background. She called his name twice but there was ni answer. She dropped her bag on the lounge and walked to the kitchen. There was a pot on fire, she opened it; jollof rice. Why is Segun and why did he leave the pot of jollof uncared for? She asked herself as she walked to the bedroom. 
Her mouth formed a big O and her eyes widened when she saw Segun, her boyfriend of seven years hopping on a lady. She gasped loudly, drawing their attention to her. Her eyes met with Seguns. There was shock in his eyes. She stomped to the sittingroom, covering her mouth. She missed her step and fell face down on the glass table. 
"She is dead!" Segun said in horror.

Storyteller! Good descriptive power! Not too strong a command of tenses but very passable. Also kind of a careful writer which is not a compliment in this instance. Can be easily worked on. You have been chosen!

Divepen1:
Entry 7

HEARTBREAK 

"You don't have to do that," Sandra barked furiously, dropping the photograph on the table and hitting it carelessly. Her eyes are teary and her hair dishevelled.

Papers and clothes scattered across the room, and the large frame mirror that had previously hung aesthetically on a side of the room were now in pieces.

She sat on the floor with a note on her right hand side and a bottle slightly opened too. She had been like that for over an hour weeping.

Suddenly, her phone rang but she ignored. Then it rang again and again, and she reluctantly reached for the phone.

Samuel was the one calling. She yelled at the phone before switching it off.

With tears  streaming down her cheeks and no one to comfort her, she picked up the paper  and started writing:
"How could you have gone this far with Samuel? You are not even worthy to be called a mother again. Why must you have sex…"

When finished, she dropped the note on the floor, picked up the bottle and emptied the contents in her mouth. And after some while she started shaking hysterically and vomiting foam from her mouth.
She was dying slowly and no one was there to save her.
Her eyes were shutting and she was quickly loosing contact with the world.

Suddenly, a loud bang erupted from the door, and a silhouette of someone screaming her name loud was all she could see as she lost contact with the world.

Ambitious. The story is there. This writer has the yearning for a higher vocabulary structure and needs to work on it. Tenses are acceptable. But does s/he really want to write?

Noted.

Divepen1:
Entry 1

MY FIRST BEATING ENCOUNTER IN SECONDARY SCHOOL. 

  

How did i manage to get myself into this mess? I began to ponder,the thought of receiving that miserable cane of pains from my form teacher shadowed my mind, just two weeks of resumption  in Great Mind International School as a new intake i already got myself into Mr fred's trouble.


 "who comes first!,  Mr Fred's voice echoed through the whole classroom

i was shocked when i saw the fierce look in his eyes, you all know my do and dont but you decided to do the  otherwise, and for that fact i will punish the both of you mercilessly, said Mr fred.


 "jide, dont worry i know of one magic like that, it will definitely make his beating painless just watch and see, emake whispered into my ears as he picked   two little stones and placed them in his armpits and step out, for a second i forget about my offense and mavel how emaka magic worked,he received all the lashes without shaking, everybody cheered him up as he walked majestically back to his back seat, then with all boldness i quickly picked up two stones just like emeka had done, i placed them in my armpits and walked straight to Mr fred's dangling cane, with hope that the cane won't hurt i stretched forth my hands and my back low and well positioned, "wow!" Mr Fred sigh and raised the cane 360 degrees as the class went silent, then like a cane of thunder so it was released on my back taaa!!!!



"jesus!!!!!! I screamed in pain as i couldn't feel my back anymore, i dashed outside with speed and the whole class burst into laughter, that was my first beating experience in secondary school, it wasn't good encounter though but had it been that i listened and didn't join emaka in cheating during our midweek test Mr Fred would have been my favorite teacher.

Obviously loves to tell stories but does not have a strong grasp on sentence punctuation. Careless about syntax structuring. But good in tenses. Will need some work.
Noted.

Hmmmm

1,7,9,11,13, 15, 19.

And I need to pick three more contestants from these 7, right?

Let's see...

Entry 4: Good sentence construction, good use of English. As a writer, you want to be able to draw people into your story and I think you did a good job here.

Entry 6: Simple, intriguing and straight to the point. I like writers who don't make you try so hard to decipher what their story is about. reading is also about relaxation, not glossing back and forth across dictionaries. Sometimes we try too hard to impress with our bank of vocabulary, it may work, it may not. This in my opinion, was just right. Kudos.

Entry 8: Beautiful! Yes! Good use of English, great syntax, an engaging writing form and a twist at the end. We have a storyteller!

Entry 10: Awww, Nice. Good use of English, strong descriptive prowess, I like how you were specific with the weaponry and how you didn't make your action scenes look awkward or excessive. And of course, we all want Leah Sharibu home. Great job!

Entry 12: Yes, I like this one. The writer has a good control of English and there is intrigue and suspense in his/her story. Good job.

Entry 14: Great piece. Once again, simple syntax structure, great command of English, and an easy flowing story that had a happy ending. Sometimes restricting the number of words for a story makes it difficult for a storyteller to pass across his/her message. You had no such difficulty. Great job!


Of course there were a lot of other stories that were interesting, some made me laugh out loud, but for now and for the purpose of this competition, I think these six would have to suffice.

Well done everyone!

The prisoner stirred in his golden prison
And the rising Sun marked yet another day

He grasped the boulder with weary hands
And pushed again with strenuous might

His muscles bulged from all the strain
As it had done a thousand times before and again

Years of toiling, years of sweat
Yearning for his gift that was just beyond his reach

Made of gold, yes, but still a prison
Fed, tended, yes, but still a prisoner

The stony lock met him stare for stare
A force immobile for so many years

He sighed, stopped, bowed his head
As sweat and blood trickled down to the earth

He would give up but he didn't know how
The fire burned unquenchable, the fire burned deep

And so for the thousandth and one time he took a deep breath
For the thousandth and one time, he grasped again and pushed

Muscles and sinew and blood and sweat
all mixed and roared for glory to be met


And finally...
The stone began to SHIFT.








*Royver, present sir.
All the heroes of the great corridor of knowledge, I hail.

sleemoon:
Love you sir... No homo

I love you too bro

Work no let me see road, I for don finish this story since.

My apologies to everyone.

I stayed with the couple for another week. During that time I learnt a lot more about their culture and habits. Pereyei was an eager teacher and an excellent host, as far as he was concerned he couldn't do enough for me. I found out that he was almost 50 years of age and the child i had saved was his first. His wife was a little less old, in her thirties. They had been living together for the past fifteen years now and were unable to have offspring. Their first miracle child turned out to be an abbherent...a sickler, they called it. After the first transfusion at a hospital and following the payment of apparently exorbitant bills, Pereyei had decided to seek herbal treatment from his native fathers. From the look of things, he would have failed woefully if I had not happened to come along.

Pereyei refused to listen to any explanation concerning my advanced technology, what he called my "powers". He felt it would be bad luck to find out exactly how the spirits worked. He assured me that he was very content catering to my every need for as long as I stayed under his roof. Apart from clothing, food and shelter, I didn't really need anything else from him. My plan was to move further inland to the city and blend with the locals more, maybe look for a means of employment until I could find a way to fix my ship and return to my home planet. My skin suit was all I was waiting for, as soon as it was fully charged I would be on my way.

I used the opportunity to take a look round Pereyei's village. It was a very small one, about twenty people living some meters apart on the swamp's edge. They made their living from catching and selling fish from the rivers and also from selling some produce from their small farms. Some of them were hunters as well. It was a very rural setting, much like the methane swamp dwellers of Gorlac-1. As with those species, these people also had trouble with pollution. Their swamps were filled with spilled oil and chemical waste. Very dangerous for them, but a bonus for me. I gave the excuse of wanting to look around the village in the evenings. Pereyei easily agreed although from the look in his eyes he knew i was up to something much more.

And he was right. Every night I would seek out areas of toxic waste, collect samples and analyse them to see if they were useful for bio-degradation. I found a very rich source of carbonaceous material in every sample I collected. I went back to my buried pod in the area where I originally crash-landed and activated it. As soon as it came out of the mud, I placed the samples in its palate and programmed it to siphon as much waste as possible from the area for refining and storage. I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible while doing it and was very successful.


The child was doing much better than I had expected. Within that one week it had gained not only in weight but in height. I hadn't had time to configure my bio-scan for human mode before carrying out the healing process and I worried a little that I had given it too much engineered DNA. The side effects wouldn't be too noticeable, or so I hoped. He would grow up bigger and stronger than most of his peers and his immune system would be a tad more efficient than average. He would be able to go days without food or water. And whenever the opportunity arose he would have an almost insatiable desire for meat. I watched him smile and run across to me as I returned to the hut. Each time he would stretch out his arms and I would carry him and marvel at his increased weight. His mother had lost all of her fear for me; that feeling had been replaced instead with the utmost respect and gratitude. She let the boy follow me anywhere, and for a three year old he was highly inquisitive. Sometimes when the parents were outside, I would tell him tales from my planet, the ongoing politics in the intergalactic federation, my fallen comrades and my plans to take them all back home. Of course at his age he wouldn't remember any of it, but it was nice to have someone to talk to.


They named me Abosimagha. I accepted the name in good faith. I was introduced to one or two neighbors but that was it; apparently Pereyei instinctively knew I wanted my presence to be as inconspicuous as possible. Pereyei was a hunter and on some occasions I followed him on his hunting trips. The wildlife on the swamp were bountiful and in abundance although pereyei complained that they had been much more in the previous years. A few of the animals i recognized; snakes, rodents, fish, and the armoured lizards, what Pereyei called crocodiles. Earth was not so far different genetically than the other known planets in the civilized intergalactic federation. They had no dinosaurs though, no grass giants, and no chipouri or flying goats. I tried drawing them for him once, but he didn't recognise any of those speices at all.

Another thing I noticed was that none of these animals could talk. The snakes, the armoured lizards, I could not communicate with a single one from the many that we came across. In my planet, animals like these had elders, members of their species that had lived for so long and acquired so much wisdom that they possessed the gift of speech. It was strange to me, but then again I reasoned that man may have destroyed them all. I was yet to gain access to the planet's central database where I could download a history of man's sojourn on this planet. My bioscanners could pick traces of intelligent computer systems but they were still too far away for me to connect with them. If i had access to their database, then maybe I could find the things i needed to repair my ship on Mars.

And that was part of the reason I decided to leave as soon as possible. On the seventh day, when I saw that I was fully rested and my human suit had recharged completely, I called Pereyei aside.


"I want to thank you so much for your hospitality." I began.


He looked up at me sharply and the smile on his face which had grown more genuine over the days vanished.


"You want to go?" He asked.


"Yes. I have so much to do. I require some things to get back to my people..."


"I could help you get them!" Pereyei interrupted, but I continued


"...which I will not be able to find here. I have scoured this place during my stay. You have some of the things I need, the toxic waste that you showed me in the swamps. I have programmed my pod to collect as much of it as possible at intervals for processing but i still need other chemicals, substances, refined hydrocarbons..."

I could see I was losing him fast so I paused for a moment. Pereyei looked genuinely sad. At that moment his wife and son came into the hut. He turned to them.

"My boy has grown big and strong in this past seven days. My wife has never been happier. and since you have been around I have had good luck in my hunting. You have given us so much and we have reciprocated with so little."

I put my hand on his shoulder. He turned back to me.

"You gave me a place to rest my head and collect my thoughts. That is more than enough repayment."


The boy left his mother's side and walked up to me. He starred at me for some time and I smiled and carried him in my arms. His mother seemed to have caught on to what we were saying and began to shed tears softly. The hut filled with an awkward silence.

"Humph! Enough of this!" Pereyei exclaimed suddenly. "You have done well for us Abosimagha. Know that you will always have a roof over your head here! Let me package some dried meat for you for your journey. You can sell some for money, you will need it where you are going. Take whatever else you need. As soon as you are ready I will escort you to the city.


I nodded in appreciation.

How do you convince a weapon-wielding primitive human with all his base instincts of jealousy and self-preservation that you mean no harm, despite the fact that he found you naked with his mate?


On my planet Thesebes it would have been a simple case of letting him read my aura to show that I had no ill intentions, but the human species were actually famous for being the most populous species who did NOT want to develop their psychic abilities. They relied more on their five most physical prominent senses and largely scoffed at the sense of instinct, intuition and the likes. I was currently facing down a very angry and quite large male with a gun and the situation looked very dire as he cocked his weapon. Despite being primitive, it could cause very real damage to my person.


I decided to try the basic universal approach.


I bowed my head low in surrender with my palms open and outstretched.


"Greetings, oh noble hunter and protector, may your days be long!" I hailed him in his native tongue. "Please pardon my appearance, I lost my clothes in an unfortunate accident and now I am stranded. I approached your wife for a place to stay until tomorrow and she kindly agreed before she saw my lack of clothing. Please do not take offence and I will leave in peace."


I had my head bowed down, avoiding eye contact the whole time and praying for a miracle. I could feel the man catch his breath and mumble to his wife "Why is he talking strangely like that? Who is he?"


"I don't know Prie, I just opened the door and saw him like that!"


There was some silence as I waited to see what the man would do even as i remained in my subdued position. Suddenly there was a click and then some things landed on my outstretched hands. I looked up finally to see the man studying at me albeit cautiously.


"He is not a mad man..." his wife quipped, still hiding behind the door. "He's too clean to be a madman."


"Put some clothes on." He said. "You sound like our village prophet, or one of his assistants..." His eyes grew more suspicious; "Or a spirit perhaps? Come to spy on us and see to my child?"


I straightened up and turned the "clothes" he had thrown to me over in my hands, I wasn't quite sure how they were supposed to be put on. This seemed to further convince the man that I was from the "spirit world". He nodded to his wife knowingly and she opened the door wider.


"Here, let me help you put on the clothes. He said, leaning the gun against the ladder and walking boldly towards me. He took his time to help me adorn myself. The clothes fit loosely but i felt much more comfortable in them, not that I really needed them since the human skin I wore as supplied with enough nanotechnology to keep me warm, or cool depending on the weather. He then took me inside and made me sit at a corner. His wife watched us, fear in her eyes but not a word emanating from her mouth. "Prie" as he was called, sat beside me and smiled in an attempt to appear friendly.


"My wife and I do not have much but what we have we will offer." He beckoned to her, "bring the rice and meat, bring the biggest meat in the pot!" He turned back to me with that same pseudo-smile.


Something was obviously going on but I had no idea what it was. Humans were not known to be this nice to strangers.


The woman brought the rice and meat and some water. I thanked them both and began to eat. The food tasted a little off, but i wasn't about to refuse their hospitality. I finished the meal quickly, all the while with the man smiling at me and the woman watching warily.


"Are you satisfied?" He asked when I was through.


"Yes, thank you very much. The meal was delicious." I lied.


"Alright. Now can you see my child?"


"What?"


The man blinked in surprise and a glint of annoyance and impatience showed in his face.


"I have done everything I was told you people of the water like. I have clothed you and given you food without fish. The best in the house. Aren't you going to pay me back?"


Miscommunication.


I suddenly realized what he wanted. he must have thought i was some sort of spirit sent to do something for the child. I considered telling him to the contrary but then advised myself against it.


"Let me see the child" I said in an authoritative voice.


The man immediately got up and went to the woman who still clung to her son, reluctant to let him go. The man spoke harshly to her at first, demanding she hand the child over, and she began to cry. He stopped immediately and said something soothing and reassuringly, gently prying the sleeping child from her grasp. She turned away from us as he brought the child back to me.


"Here, " He said.


As soon as I touched the child I knew something was wrong. His body temperature was way higher than it should be for this habitation. His vital signs were extremely weak and it was then i saw how emaciated he was. There were scarification marks all over his abdomen, fresh ones and old and his fetid breath betrayed signs of herbal intoxication. His hands and feet were swollen and his forehead was enlarged, all signs of a genetic abnormality. This human boy was in a lot of pain and very ill, too ill to survive to his fifth year. I surreptitiously did a quick bioscan on him by passing my hands over his body, the nanobots on my palms feeding me information in the process.


"This child is very sick." I said. "His genetic programming is obsolete for this environment. He will require a complete recombination and disruption splicing..."


Prie looked at me perplexed. Even with the human speech download he was having difficulty understanding as the words I spoke had no meaning in his dialect. I could be chanting in unknown tongues for all he knew.


The sick child stirred in my arms and his father flinched. I saw the concern in his eyes and the furtive glances from the worried mother. I sighed. It would take a days energy stores to perform an emergency splicing for the boy during which i would be completely at their mercy. Then again if I didn't help I was not sure what my fate would be at the hands of the man. I could try to overpower them both but I was more of a maintenance guy and less of a combatant...


And they seemed so desperate.


I decided to trust in good will.


I lay the child down on the wooden floor of the hut and knelt beside him. I took off the little clothes he had on and he whimpered in pain as I moved his joints. I placed my hands over his body and an ethereal glow emanated from the palms of my hands as the nanobots carried out laser surgery on a submicroscopic level. The man and his wife were not alarmed, but rather watched in respectful silence. It took much longer than I had expected, about two hours and then I was done. Completely drained I fell back on the floor and motioned for them to take the child.
Both parents jumped forward immediately.


"Is he...?" The mother was too afraid to compete the question.


"The defective genes have all been replaced. He will be alright as soon as you give him some food."


As if on cue the child yawned and woke up. He sat up on his own, looked around and got shakily to his feet. For the first time I saw awe in Prie's face. His mother let out a small gasp and grabbed the boy, crying and laughing as she hugged the now struugling child to her bossom. Prie gawked at the child and then at me.


"He has not walked in seven days! My master, this house is yours! Whatever you want we will do our best to give...!"


"Can I sleep here?" I asked quickly. " I will need a while to regain my strength..."


"Please! Stay as long as you want!" Prie replied.

booqee:
Royver beht why??

Kindly come and complete this I beg of you

ok

correctguy101:
Oga Royver what's happening? Hope you're doing well....

Life. thanks for asking

midecrown:
Following....

aboyaji:
Hey. Mr Royver, it's me again. One of your craziest fans. Up you!!!

I envy your imagination and brain. I envy your writing prowess. I envy you so much.

Kudos!

Thanks so much. You've been there since day 1. I appreciate.

Holanid:
I'm living this already

If you are "living" this then your life must be pretty exciting...

firebaby:
The claw ,the tail and the cross
And I see what others do not see
I just want the full stories tnx

Will definitely release the full clips soon, but not quite now.
Thanks.

firebaby:
Ok
Any links to read your stories fully because some have been deleted thnkx

I had to cut most of them up short due to plagiarism and copyright. You can check https://royveruniverse./ to see if you can find some.


Out of curiosity firebaby... what kind of story do you like to read? Horror? Romance?

firebaby:
Hi please can you give me your link on okadabooks thank you

hello dear,
No longer on okadabooks

"Srimas Butcha The reason Landau was crying is because Howie told him "Your life is never gonna be the same." The emotional impact of what that means to Landau, (he won't be washing cars anymore), is why he was crying. Howie didn't insult him in any way.

If Landau would've just auditioned earlier in his life, he'd never of had to go through all of the hardships he's faced over the last dozen or more years. Maybe he wasn't as good back then and needed time to tweak his skills. But I kind of doubt it.

Landau has deprived the world of his talent for far too long and it's good that we have finally gotten to hear him sing.

And if you read this, they are talking about you.

hfinest1 pls I'm having isssues with my nairaland email. You can reach me at royjerymaklin@yahoo.com

AryEmber:
Well Well Well, It's another favourite writer of mine's turn! Roy does his thing so brilliantly well, he makes you wonder if he's human.You're too much Sir!

Thank you so much. I'm honoured.

Divepen1:
Sir Royver

Name Roy
Location Asaba(for now)
Relationship Status *******
Nl Crush Too numerous to mention

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I've been away for so long I doubt if most people remember me. I actually stumbled unto this thread by accident. I'm currently up to my eyebrows in books but one day I will be free again to unleash chaos, sleepless nights and unputdownable stories on nairaland. Until then...cheers guys.

Gmekx:
Is it possible to use this on my blog Mr Royver. Is there anyway I can contact you so we talk about it?

As long as you tag and mention me, no problem.

Debbietiyan:
Thank you! You, commenting? I'm in cloud nine right now.

Lol

Interestingly, this story relates very well with another I am writing called -The Chainbreaker-. I haven't finished it yet and I havent posted it anywhere but the structure and elements in the story are the same. My fruits are larger, like mangoes, and are poisonous for those who are not chosen to eat it. My protagonist is whisked to the other realm by sheer accident... but you might get to read the rest later. Once again, great story.