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(Disclaimer: I am sane. I'm just trying to describe my writer's block).



The characters: Ufuoma...hey...hey..listen up
Me: Go away, I'm busy with things that can pay me
The characters: We would pay you someday
Me: Yeah, until that day comes, shush...I'm busy
The characters: But we're interesting, tell our stories please..
Me: Go the f.ck away NOW
The characters: But...
Me: I said bye bye
Some days later
Me: Hello guys, I was wondering if you could tell me about that interesting stuff that happened to you again
*Nothing*
Me: Hello? I'm free now... Come out..come out wherever you are
*Deafening silence*
Me: I actually want to write now, come out..
*Nothing*
Me: goes back to doing other things...an important deadline looms
One character: So beads of sweat gathered around my temples as I struggled to get my heartbeat back to normal...
Me: hold up, what story are you telling?
One character: That one I was telling you before you fell asleep
Me: I wasn't listening. I needed that sleep
One character: You never listen to us, me especially
Me: Oh, sod off. You always pick the worst time to visit
One character: You are so annoying, we would deal with you.
Me: (feigning fear) Oooooohhhhh, I'm so scared.
Suddenly the others all barge into my room and lift me.
Me: Hey, put me down this instant. I am your maker
Them: (scoffs) Some maker you are. What is a maker without its creations?
Poseidon's sister: You told Posei's tale. I've told you mine and you're yet to tell mine. I'm definitely more interesting than her
Me: Well...I need to do a little research in order to write you. You are quite more complex than she is
Poseidon's sister: Please don't patronize me. You haven't even given me a name.
Me: How do you like Athena?
Poseidon's sister: (hisses) Definitely a boring name
Me: Hey, it's not boring....plus plagiarists are a problem
Poseidon's sister: Well screw em
Me: Nah, they're the ones screwing writers over. Can you put me down now?
Them: No way. You have to learn a lesson
Me: Huh?
Them: Maybe some time in the block would make you take us more seriously
Me: Hey (shaking head from side to side). What block? Guys? C'mon
Them: The writer's block
Me: Please No...No...please
Them: (proceed to carry me there)
I'm still there at the moment....soon be out though.

FreshestManny:
Okay, I just finished reading the updates provided and I must say seunnla, you got a great story going here; nice descriptive prowess you got. I enjoyed every bit of the story and I await more updates. Pls Do well to mention me when you drop another update.

Thank you, I appreciate your feedback.

Favouritetega:
waiting for more updates

Updates will come, sooner than later.

Favouritetega:
following closely

Thanks a lot, I'm glad my work interests you.

FreshestManny:
Hi, I just saw the mention. Thanks for the mention.

You're welcome.

I love your story telling technique. Really sucks me in. Great job.

Maybelconor:
She knows my name

Sorry, i'm late..

Oh, no problem. Make yourself comfortable.

eROCK247:
Thanks Ufuoma.

Thanks for reading.

ghostwritter:
dis ur texting story get as e be o...I wasn't expecting it to end like that...i was expecting more. My imagination had ran faster than where u stopped.

That's the point na, I want your imagination to run up and down till e tire

Augustap:
Nice write up, but i think we are going to fight if you keep letting me complete these stories myself. Btw, you're creative.

Abeg oh let's not fight
Thanks for reading

© Ufuoma .K. Oluwaseun, 2017
This is a work of FICTION.

Abidemi was the mirror image of royalty. She had spotless skin, beautifully sculpted facial features, light brown expressive eyes, thick shoulder length hair and was considered too tall for her age. At 5ft8”, she towered over most of her age mates. She carried herself in a manner that would put many beauty queens to shame, head held high, spine straight, chin raised but not too high, long confident strides. She was the envy of most girls her age. What they didn’t know was that because her mother was a former beauty queen who took a lot of pride in her looks and had lots of endorsement deals still coming her way despite the fact that she was forty, she had made sure to drill Abidemi into perfection.
“Don’t leave your mouth hanging dear, there is nothing beautiful about a droopy face” her mother had once said to her. She was just ten years old.
“Don’t drag the towel across your face, you pat it dry not rub, otherwise your skin would wrinkle”. She was thirteen.
“Do not slouch dear, sit up straight. A straight spine is essential to looking good”. She was fifteen.
“Is that a zit I see? I need to send you to see the dermatologist”. She was sixteen.
Now, at seventeen, she was filled with insecurities despite being a beautiful girl.
She was the daughter of a beauty queen and hated politician, this meant she couldn’t go anywhere without a security detail so she decided to spend most of her free time flipping through glossy magazines and buying vintage items online. Recently she had purchased a mirror on a website claiming to ‘change the way you see yourself'. It was said to have belonged to a former enchantress.
When the mirror was delivered to her room, she was beside herself with joy. She hung it up on the wall and to her surprise, the mirror actually changed the way she saw herself.
She felt prettier when she looked in the mirror, she felt more confident.
When her mother announced that the minister of finance and his family would be visiting for dinner, she was ecstatic. She was infatuated with the minister’s son.
She pulled out a white lacy gown, she was going to make her move tonight. She was going to tell him how she felt.
After slipping on the gown and applying light makeup, she ran a comb through her hair and proceeded to examine herself in her vintage mirror. She needed the boost in confidence. The mirror delivered. She looked stunning. For the first time in her life, she liked her mirror image.
She was still admiring herself when something happened. She blinked. The mirror image.
Abidemi was shocked, she was quite sure her mirror image had blinked when she herself had not and so she leaned in to take a closer look, taking care not to blink and it happened again.
She was still pondering on the strange occurrence when steam began to build up within the mirror. She reached out to the mirror in an attempt to wipe away the steam when a hand reached out from the mirror and grabbed hers.
Within seconds, they had switched places with the real Abidemi stuck inside the mirror and unable to do anything but blink. Her mirror image stared back at her, her lips curving in a sardonic smile.
“Woah” mirror image exclaimed “It feels nice to be able to use my mouth again”.
Abidemi found herself mouthing the words of the mirror image.
The mirror image ran her hands across her face and down her neck, forcing Abidemi to do the same “Oh, my skin feels so good” she paused “ You don’t have to do everything I do when nobody’s watching” she commented dryly.
Abidemi blinked.
“Sucks doesn’t it? Only being able to blink….blink if you think it sucks”.
Abidemi blinked.
“Yeah, it does but don’t worry I’m only out here for a short while” she giggled loudly before continuing “ Only a monster deserves to be locked up in there and you my dear” she trailed her fingers across the cold mirror, across Abidemi's face “ You my dear, are not a monster”.
“Our guests are here Demi, please come down and act appropriately” her mother announced on the intercom.
“It is always one thing with that woman isn’t it?” The image blurted “Always yapping about posture and the likes, she’s gonna get hers” she said before replying the woman that she was on her way.
On her way out of the room, she turned to Abidemi and mouthed “ This is going to be fun”.
Abidemi stayed stuck in the mirror long after the image was gone, she could hear and see but couldn’t talk. After several minutes, she heard screams, blood curdling screams that went on for what seemed like hours along with the sound of things crashing. Then it stopped, the chaotic sound. It was followed by an unsettling quiet. The image waltzed into the room covered in blood.
“Red suits us better” The image said with a smile “Look how it complements our skin”
Abidemi was horrified, but she could only blink.
“Ooh don’t give me that look” the image chided her “Only one of the security men escaped. You would have been proud of me, I made your stiff necked mother cry like an uncouth woman, so much for decorum” she reached out to the stuck girl “ I can’t wait to see what you’ll come up with, when your face is plastered all over the television and papers and people are asking you why you did it” She sighed “ Time to face the music Abi”. The image touched the mirror and they switched places again, with Abidemi on the outside this time, the blood from the formerly white garment clung to her skin.
The image winked at her just as the sound of sirens filled the air.

duch12:
Nice one seunnla

Thank you

Augustap eROCK247 patjane matrixA

Text message stories are one of my favourites, I love writing them and even love reading them more. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this TEXT STORY between Peter and his lovely wife, Rachel.
Again, This is a work of FICTION.
© Ufuoma .K. Oluwaseun
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.






Rachel: Hey babe

Peter: Hey you, how are you holding down the forte

Rachel: Great, the kids are at your parents.

Peter: What? You know my mother spoils them with so much sugary treats. They’ve already been there twice this week already.

Rachel: Calm down Pete. Speaking on spoiling, you’re getting spoilt tonight

Peter: Ooh, what do you have in mind babe?

Rachel: It's a surprise, it involves birthday suits and lots of burned calories.

Peter: Well, I better hurry home then.

Rachel: Still at work then?

Peter: Yep, I’m sorry babe.

Peter: I’m at a meeting….

Peter: soon be over, though.

Peter: Thanks to your surprise, I can’t concentrate any longer

Rachel: That’s weird

Peter: What is?

Rachel: Your friend, John.

Rachel: He is here

Rachel: Why isn’t he at the meeting

Peter: Rachel, John is at the meeting.

Rachel: Wtf do you mean, he is in our living room as we speak.

Peter: Rach, if this is one of your pranks….

Peter: Then this is not a good time, I’m at a meeting abeg.

Rachel: I’m not joking or playing a prank, John is here. He was asking if you were around, he asked of the kids too.

Peter: John is literally sitting next to me…

Peter: Wtf is happening

Rachel: That can’t be. He is here. I swear, he is here.

Peter: My boss is shooting me angry glances, he suspects I’m using the tab for other purposes instead of following up on the discussed agenda.

Rachel: He is calling for me. Let me see what he needs.

Peter: Are you sure it’s John?

Rachel: For God’s sake I know what John looks like.

Rachel: Oh sh#t

Rachel: Sh#t Sh#t Sh#t

Rachel: WTF

Peter: What’s wrong?

Rachel: He was holding a human a reaf human head

Rachel: *real

Peter: Where are you?

Rachel: In our bedroom, I locked the door.

Rachel: He said he wanted mine too and then got up and approached me, I fled.

Rachel: He was holding a machete

Rachel: Where the heck did it come out from?

Rachel: Omg, what kind of sick twisted sh#t is this?

Rachel: Did I cross a portal to a universe where the scenarios in “the purge” are a reality.

Peter: Oh god...

Peter: Stay in that room please, I’m on my way home.

Rachel: Please hurry, I’m really scared

Rachel: I see you’re trying to call me.

Rachel: I can’t pick, I don’t want to alert him to which room I’m hiding in

Rachel: My phone is on silent too, Please call the police

Peter: I’m ov my way

Peter: *on

Peter: I’ve called the police, they are on their way.

Peter: I don’t understand what is happening

Rachel: Neither do I

Rachel: Oh god

Rachel: I hear footsteps, they are approaching

Peter: I’m on my way babe

Peter: Please keep texting me so I know you’re ok. I’m so worried babe.

Peter: Gah, the uber guy is driving too slowly.

Rachel: Footsteps are approaching

Rachel: He’s calling out my name


Rachel: The footsteps have stopped

Rachel: Bloody hell, he’s kicking at the bedroom door. I’m so scared Pete

Peter: Aren't the police there yet? I’m just ten minutes away.

Rachel: No

Rachel: He is kicking down the door. I’ve tried to contact other people.

Rachel: Their lines are all busy, it’s so strange

Rachel: Oh god, I think the door is about to open

Rachel: If anything were to happen to me…

Peter: Nothing’s gonna happen

Peter: I’m almost there... I’m almost there

Rachel: I love you, you know that right?

Peter: I love you too but nothing's gonna happen

Peter: Goddammit why is this uber guy so slow, five minutes away

Rachel: The door is open now

Rachel: I’m hiding under the bed, i think he can see me

Rachel: Oh god, Oh dear God

Rachel: His footsteps are approaching

Rachel: He is neaffkdmdojfklkldkafdjl

Rachel: j the nddjsreiofdnal jdkdskaleksnjd

Peter: Rachel?

Peter: Rachel?

Peter: Answer me please

Peter: Babe are you there

Main suspects for now : Stevenson and Okudili.
The scenarios are very good, the dialogue too.

I like the Deacon, he is my favourite character for now. I've been afraid to post for fear of accidentally finding out who the Devil is as I've only just begun reading this book. No spoilers

patjane:
Haven't watch it but I think I'll get it because of you

Try it and let me know

patjane:
Always tag me please

Is your moniker inspired by '"The mentalist". I love that series, still watch it even though it has long ended and had a crush on Patrick Jane for quite a long time.

matrixA:
please mention when you update next

I will, thank you.

JoGanya:
Great introduction, please do well to update frequently, we dey your back

Thank you, I'm working on something currently.

patjane:
Always tag me please

Thank you, I will.

dhtml81:
Probably I might be the only one to complain, the writeup seems nice, but I seem not to get the message - it seems to conflict with my own understanding of heaven and hell, and actually does contradict the word of God.

Jesus is the way, the truth and the life. After death is judgement, the dead have nothing to do with the living.

This is bordering on NECROMANCY which again is an occultic act. This type of thing is only possible by satanic powers, and by the way, SATAN (and his demons) are not in hell (not yet), so the idea that hell is full is unacceptable to me.
And Satan has no power to bring himself (or his demons or anyone) out of hell (so that too is contrary).

So as far as I am concerned, this book is a fairy tale and does not reflect what happens in the spirit realm after death.

This is a work of fiction and should be taken as such. I do not let my personal beliefs impede my creative work or ability to think of the "What if".

kodedbis:
Good story, am loving it

Thank you.

patjane:
Hmmmm lovely story
Waiting for more update seriously �

Hopefully you won't wait much longer.

ghostwritter:
......

The shrine was his only harbored, a place that had seen many lives vanished through a gruesome act, a place masked in fear and horror. Uwokocha the dibia slaughtered a fowl and watched the headless body strenuously kicked, he needed to appease the vengeful gods through the idols in front of him, for he had a nightmare the night before. He laughed mischievously to the sight of the white fowl that had laid lifeless.

“Brought back memories?” a voice asked from behind.

Uwokocha was startled, he turned swiftly to his eyes resting on a scary image of a woman who looked more like a Zombie…she was obviously a Zombie with bizarre features. Uwokocha the juju priest had in many years of his spiritual practice had come across many strange things but never had he seen a ‘thing’ like that.
“What are you doing here? What does the dead want with the living” asked Uwokocha
She frowned “Wait, what is wrong with all of you, can’t I come visit you in peace? now you know I’m dead after what you and that bastard Nkem did to me” she eased her frown to let out stiff smile “News flash old man, hell is full and over flown so the devil had to let us go”.
Uwokocha looked confused, what is she saying? How can hell be so filled to have allowed the dead roaming the earth aimlessly “This dead must crazy” he thought.
“Why are you looking at me like that, am I that repulsive?” asked Oluchi the dead
The juju priest replied by reciting powerful incantation to turn back the dead.

Oluchi the dead looked more pissed “Are you deaf? I said hell is filled so you are trying to get rid of me again after you snatched life out of me same way you did to this poor fowl abi?” she paused and was alarmed by what she just realized “So you don’t remember me!”
“No!” Uwokocha replied as he pushed back, he realized the incantation didn’t work, that caused him worry.

“You must have killed many people not to have remembered how gruesomely you killed me”
The lightning struck as the rain had began to pour casting an illumination to rest upon Oluchi’s scary face, the maggots dropped like picky coins, her eyes rolling carelessly in its socket while she let out a mischevious smile, an intent act to scare the old wicked man. The Juju priest was terrified like he had never. Shaking like a jelly fish.

Oluchi giggled like a little girl, she loves what she sees. She majestically walked up to him close enough to feel his warm breath of fear. She opened her mouth to reveal the octopus-shaped tongue flapping itself on Uwokocha’s face.

“Forgive me my daughter, have mercy on me, I don’t want to die”
he sounded wimpy

His last statement of plea got Oluchi furious, she pushed closer and swiftly slide her mysterious tongue down his mouth. Uwokocha stiffed as the tongue broke through from the back of his head.

Oluchi withdrew the tongue to it place before watching Uwokocha the Juju priest fall lifeless to the muddy ground with a broken skull.

“Geraraheia!” she said in a bored tone before vanishing into the thing air to God knows where.
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Yes I know it's short but hope I tried shaa?.
I will be deleting it anytime soon so I don't distort ur own story line...thanks for letting me.

You tried

tillaman:
Very good stories MzUfuoma oluwaseun, keep up d good work and keep the updates coming, me likey! Especially D horror, u can ask Mr ghostwritter!!

Thank you. I will try.

ghostwritter:
No problem, I will put my pen to paper as soon as the inspiration comes knocking. I hope you would love it.

I'm looking forward.

Akposb:
Cool and engaging stories. Kudos to you the writer.

Thank you

ghostwritter:
I will give it to you Ma, you are such a brilliant writer. I wish u would continue with the first story...I love horror. if only u can permit me to do a finishing on how she killed the babalawò.

I would continue it soon, all the works I have posted are actually works I've written sometime ago. At the moment, I'm not so chanced for any continuation but I would love to see what you can come up with. Tag me to the story when you're done.

CNARIOjoseph:
Hey! I looovvveeeeee your mind. The first story and the AI one are really fantastic. I would love to see more stuff from you.

..and by God's grace, you will.
I'm at the final stages of my undergraduate journey so lots of deadlines but once I'm through, I'm hoping to post more.
Thank you for the feedback

souloho19:
Just read the first and its scary...nice description...really graphic....thanks for mentioning I'm not going anywhere..

How kind of you. Thanks.

Frankenstein:
Okay. Keep it coming.

Also, that first scene was very disturbing. That sinister calm and care-free attitude of the hell reject.

Thanks for the feedback. I really enjoyed writing that story, there were even a few giggles. I mean she has nothing to lose, she might as well be carefree