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11pm he called. As the cheering ring tune echoes through the dim lighted room, blaring, commanding, and demanding all at once. She sighs, visibly disturbed. Rolling unto her left side, she props her body weight up, weak hands for support and sleep deprived eyes still yearning for sleep. She knew she was supposed to sign up for that gym class but her weight isn't the problem now.

What seems to be the problem? She wonders and just when she's about to lay back down, the phone starts ringing again. Oh, she sighs. Who could it be at this hour? Extending her heavy arm to where the phone rests; ringing furiously and dancing to it's vibration, she picks it up. Too sleep deprived to look at the caller ID, swiping receive and placing it on her right ear.

“Hello?" She asks gruffly.

“Tell my mother, I love her" the voice says.

Now she's wide awake, her eyes which were threatening to close from the assault of waking up immediately springs open. Heart beating, achy body shaking, she dared asked,

“Nonso? What is wrong?”

“I'll miss you too, Vero” the call ends.

She could swear that before the call ended, she heard the phone clattering to the ground and a heavy breadth from Nonso as he sighs for the last time.

One thing she knows for sure is that his mother wouldn't care less about his last words.

Human

The day his father died, he just knew...

He knew what it meant and what was in it for him. So he prepared; body and mind for the things which are to come. Little did he know that what lies ahead weren't meant to shape his life or make him like his father.

What lay ahead is meant to kick him so hard that he'd give up, on the title, the name, the fame, the power.

So Alabi the kings son, wise in his own ways prepared for his coronation. Happily, steadily, pompous, proud. No one will be above him now, none will talk down on him or look at him with pitiful eyes like they usually do. They'd look at him as their king, the one that has the final say.

Just when the crown is about to sit on his head, he chokes, coughs out blood, slumps and dies.

‘He's poisoned!' The chief priest declares.

Alabi, the kings son, dies of poisoning. Just like his father.

He was human, after all...

PSYCHOPATH

”How're you doing?" He asked.

“Not good" she chuckles. Eyes everywhere but him.

“Tell me about it?"

“I just pulled the trigger on that innocent boy, a young life cut short"

“Why did you do it?”

“He pissed me off"

He stares at her, if he could admit to himself, he's scared, afraid of the devil in front of him.

“So you just killed him because he pissed you off?"

“Yes. I just don't take lightly to people pissing me off"

“Okay, have you been reading the books I sent you?"

“Those self help, anger management books?”

“Yes, it'd help. It helps more than you think"

She laughs, her eyes finally meeting his. The way she looks at him terrifies him, makes him shudder. He knows he's gone soft, no longer tough for this kind of job.

“I'd never read those damned books"

He sighs, the atmosphere in the room intensifies.

“Look, Angel. You're not helping matters. If you want me to help you, you've got to help yourself. You're yet behind bars because of the cards your father's pulling to get you walk free after committing those heinous crimes"

“I'm tired of this, Mr. Clinton. You're beginning to piss me off"
Just then, she pulls out the small pistol from behind her, points it at him and pulls the trigger.

Well, he'd always known it'll eventually come to this.

Lordroman1346:
Cool

Thank you..

Smell of iron

Depression has a presence...

They're finally here, you'll know it when it comes, feel it in the core of your being. The nagging sensation of hopelessness, guilt, shame and fear. You'd be surprised how they work together to achieve a common goal, slowly sipping into one's soul, eating up everything in its wake.

Today, they're staying longer than expected. Are they being patient, familiarising themselves with their environment? Demanding little and yet giving so much. So she watch them like a scientist would watch his lab rat to come to a deeper understanding about it's behavior.

The razor comes in contact with her arm, passionately kissing, caressing and splitting layers upon layers and just when it's getting too sweet to let go, there's a knock on the bathroom door followed by a loud scream, loud enough to register the pain and admit to a wrong done.

Oops, she'd forgotten to lock the door.

illicit:
My pleasure


Abj

Okay, nice knowing you..

illicit:
STARBOY

The night be returned from his 2nd European tour. DJ Exclusive and Flex picked him from the airport...
They went to Shitta, ate Amala. From there they went to National stadium to play if you know what I mean.
Not even the P.A, the personal bodyguard or the attached Mopols in his convoy noticed the Toyota Tundra that has been tailing them from Ikeja.

He will like to see his mum, she must be back from church at this moment. She prays a lot. He was going to buy her a Venza. He bought her a Rav 4 in 2011.
From national stadium back to Shitta to Masha Kilo doesn't take more than a half hour.
They were under the Ojuelegba bridge in the new Bentley when the Tundra caught up at the traffic light and sign at Shitta
Someone from the back seat of the Tundra wound down and presented 2 Glocks towards the Bentley and pulled the triggers... Kpa kpa kpa kpa...

As soon as the shots rang out. He woke up on his bed in the hotel room in Ibiza.
It was a nightmare. He picked up his phone and called his mum, Iya Ayo.

Nice

illicit:
This is what we are talking about...

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Thank you

illicit:
I feel u

I don't like or write happily ever after stories too. I feel they are too cheap and random. I like paranormal. I like Dean Koontz...

You will make a great writer.

Where are you chatting from?

Hiii, happy sunday!
Thank you for the acknowledgement.

I'm in Lagos, you?

Devilish Activity

For most of us, our charity began in the church, under the watchful eyes of sister Agnes. She'd sometimes show us how to do it by herself, with her hands.
I can recall how she'd encourage Bolaji to continue no matter how bad he was or how terrible he appeared to be for Bolaji was a slow learner. Practice makes perfect after all.

Now Bolaji is the master of our devious little games even after sister Agnes is long dead and buried. I on the other hand is crippled by depression, fear, ignominy of the things committed and afraid that I might never stop. Because if Bolaji is the king, then I'm the queen and this devilish activity isn't supposed to be happening in the house of God.

Hello!

I'm finally back on NL after a very long time... I hope I'm back to stay cuz life be doing the most, lol.

So, I'm using this medium to continue to sharpen my writing skill. i actually got this idea from @illicit i stumbled upon one of his post and contributed so, yeah.

i like Paranormal, horror and anything besides happy ever after. we all know that there's nothing like happy ever afters. it only exists in cartoons anyway. (abi na why my life they swing like paper carried by the wind like this)

i saw a post on FB about this lady who doesn't like watching horror films or anything scary because according to her, life is already messed up and we experience and encounter scary things everyday so why spend your time watching things that'll probably make it difficult to sleep at night.

To me, I'd say, to each her own. I think paranormal writings or movies broaden our mindset and way of reasoning. You tend to learn a lot from it. its like being served Oha soup after eating Egusi for two months straight (I don't know). Or what do you think?

One thing I do while watching horror films is that when it becomes too gruesome, I tend to make my brain believe that it doesn't exist anyways. I mean, its all staged and these actors aren't really experiencing those things, so it makes it easier to watch. I went on a date with one guy some months ago and where we decided to chill and relax, there was a tv stationed up at the left hand side of the room. This Batista horror movie was showing and we decided to join the people who were watching. I was interested in the movie because maybe, I'm a writer or so I pride myself. So i wanted to see and be able to define all the horrific things that happened (like slitting of throats with knives as blood pumps out without control) i'm not a witch, i promise.

There was nothing to the date, though. The chicken was already devoured and only the bones remained on the plate. i don't drink alcohol so only a bottle of corked malt was fizzling on the table. This guy was fine, sha, has all the perks and whatnots but he was moving too fast and the music was too loud to hear what he had to say about his life or how his ex girl left him (just like that).

So yeah, we didn't talk much and only focused on the movie and occasionally looking into each other's eyes (i honestly didn't know why). Few other people who were present was too engrossed in the movie so we joined in and laid out our contributions (of why Batista had to kill this pretty girl like that cuz wtf) So, to cut the long story short (the date lasted for two hours) the men in the room were sort of cowering and covering their eyes whenever a throat was slit and blood pumps out like a tap that's being let loose.

Me, in all my glory didn't cower or cover my eyes, no. I literarily popped my eyes open and watched every thing that was acted and this people were actually looking at me like i was ekwensu in angel's clothing (i was actually wearing a white gown) I can remember my sister teasing me if it was a burial ceremony i was going to and not a date because i simply decided to wear white. I watched all the Batista stunts and cinematography with eyes wide open and this people (only men) were flabagasted by the little woman in the room ( cuz God, i am short for my liking) I'm sure they all fell in love, cuz who wouldn't?

Anyways........ all these just to explain why i prefer horror, sci-fi and paranormal movies and writing over your random LOL movies.

But all these things sha depends on the mood i'm in cuz Lord, i wouldn't be watching horror movies when I'm heart broken, unable to eat and crying my heart out. Ha!

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For Our Love Has No End

‘He threw himself off that tower" she said

“In this parish?" He asked.

“Yes” she replies

“Why though"

“Evelyn said his last words were ‘If I cant have you, i want nothing else’. ”

“Hmmm, too dramatic for a boy of that age”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“Ask Evelyn”

Evelyn is shaking violently under the blanket that's drawn over her shoulders. It looks as though she had seen the world end before her very eyes. Constantly gazing up the tower, she shakes her head, whimpers and cries all over again. She had refused any further interrogation as the only witness to the suicide of Jacob.

Looking up at the tower for the millionth time, she stands, letting the blanket fall in a heap behind her. Straightening her back, she walks towards the tower. With every step, her heart thumps, beating hazardly against its cages, threatening to burst open.

Throwing the windows open, she says,

“I might as well be your Juliet"

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Ride on...

Nice!!

Should it be sent together or differently?

dawno2008:
whas happening nau,why was this story abandoned

Sorry for the delay. I will start completing all my stories soon

Another emotional rollercoaster....

There was something magical with the way he talked, the sweet melancholic echo of his voice in my head, the up and down movement of his full lips. The persistent twinkle in his eyes, his long meaningful stare, his squared shoulders revealing every toned muscle underneath that body hug black shirt he wore. It was as if he was made strictly from granite, like the god of love took his time to fashion him. He looked more like a Greek demigod that has been sent to earth to cause disruption among the egoistic, Hot females of this earth.

But of course, we all know that he wasn’t as true as he claimed, wasn’t as pure as he looked, his heart probably filled with deceit, his lips with lies. If he could make the whole population of the female world to fall for him, he certainly wouldn’t get best grades when it comes to me. I am an independent, hardworking and above all intelligent woman; I’d be damned to fall for the devil’s son.
But have you seen those eyes, those full lips or the manly voice that bubbles out of his throat each time he speaks? Christ, it was like the whole of him was a sin to behold. Like your female bits are being tickled just by thinking of him. What am I saying; the mere sight of him turns every woman on, well even if you claim to be into girls, you certainly can’t resist the aura that surrounds him.

Christ, how would it look when we have children? Our son as charming as he and our daughter as beautiful as the rising sun. Face so bright and pure like it knows no wrong, heart so full of wondrous goodness. The mere sight of He and I walking down the street holding hands could send any jealous girl to her early grave and guess what, I wouldn’t even care, couldn’t give a damn about what people thought. I’d be so happy living my best life with a man like god, raising sweet beautiful family like it’s the only thing I knew best.

However, happy ever after is beginnings to another story, we all know that life isn’t so much as a bed of roses and a man so pure definitely have his flaws. A wolf in sheep's clothing, maybe. Dirty underwear turned upside down, perhaps. If I never had brothers I’d probably not know how so unclean men could be around their personal hygiene. Like wearing the same boxers every single day, turning it out when the front gets noticeably dirty. I’d rather die alone, despondent; my heart locked away from love than have something to do with such man, thank you very much!

“Claire?”

God, what were you thinking when you made such man? You could have just made me blind, not able to see the perfection behind such arduous work of creation. Like you took your time in forming every single bone in his body. I’m quite certain you didn’t take any of his ribs, because the man looks so strong, so agile, so like something immortal. Ugh, if I just knew which part of the heavens you resided, I’d probably pay you an interrogatory visit and you’d be rest assured to answer all my deeming questions.

“Claire, Claire. Snap out of it will you. It’s like you’ve traveled to Mississippi and back. I hope you brought back some imaginative little mermaid?” Jennifer shouted, snapping me off my daydream.

“How long was I out?” I asked, looking around my surroundings. It took me a minute to realize that I was still in my workplace; stack of papers piling up to the ceiling, my working desk scattered and disoriented. It looked more or less like a semi mad house instead of a working space.

“Like the whole day. What’s happening Claire, you’ve been doing this for the past week, ever since that hot guy was employed. Don’t tell me…”

“Nothing like that, I’m just going through a lot of things right now!” I cut her off, rolling my eyes as an afterthought.

“Of course you are. You seem to forget that I’m your best friend, I’ve known you for years!”

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Could you tell me why you’re here miss ‘best friend’?” I asked, feigning annoyance.

“Came to remind you about the project, boss says he needs it by Monday!” she informs.

“Okay, I’ll work on it over the weekend” I replied.

She rolls her eyes and saunters off. Giving myself a very resounding imaginative slap, I faced my work before the day runs off and the clock begins to tick closing hours. Moreover, I have a lot to do than think about some hot dude around the block!

Jaylynn:
Well, maybe you can try not to make it soooo perfect. Just let your mind lead. Do your thing. Bring those ideas alive. You're gonna thank me It's really nice meeting you, though

Thank you so much, i really needed that
Nice meeting you too and thanks for the follow

Hello rant book, it seems like ages since I last updated everything on Nl. Like a thousand wasted years of hard work and no good results.

I was praying to get all the things I need for my writing and God has finally answered all my prayers. I now have a bunch of apparatus to use but I seem to be loosing a bunch of brain nuts.

I can't even complete a book I've written half through. Although, of course, I've been reading a thousand other novels and I'm working on my language and plots, trying to become better in setting out my characters and story lines.

I have a bunch of drafted write ups with no better endings but I'm hoping for better days ahead where I could complete all my works.

Less I forget, it's the festive season and I've never been so grateful to God for how this year turned out.

Merry Christmas in advance!!!

Oh God, I've lost the mojo for writing

I've been reading a lot of books and I've been writing a lot of drafts but none seems to be clicking.. I'm just too obsessed with trying to get everything sound perfect..

I need me a savior!!