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Fear

“You just don’t understand,” I said, “why bother explaining it to you if you’re not going to listen” I walked away angry, confused, defeated. I sat on the steps of my home. I was tired, but my mind was restless. I replayed the whole day continuously in my head, searching for the precise point where everything went to hell. “I should have seen this coming,” I said to myself. My head bent low, my spirit even lower.

“No one is perfect,” I thought, but she was perfect for me. I sometimes lie on my bed at night imagining my future with her. I imagined her in a glowing white gown walking down the aisle. She looked amazing, soft…beautiful. I imagined lazy Saturday afternoons with my wife and kids, “daddy, daddy, wake up I want to go outside and play!” my daughter will be beautiful and feisty like her mother – I imagined.

My heart pounded in fear and excitement with just the thought of making her my future. It was possible, but as much as I thought about it, I knew I wasn’t ready. Yet I didn’t want to lose her, she was my secret treasure. She lit up any room she walked into, not just because she was stunning, but her character, her laughter, everyone stared at her in envy or in love.

Maybe I found her too soon; if only she came into my life when I had things in better order. I was too entangled in my past and present, so the future seemed far away. But there she was, standing in front of me with tears in her eyes, asking me to explain why I inflicted such pain - like a dagger to the heart. Did you Zap her?! She screamed over and over till my ears rang like school bells, except this wasn’t recess because I wasn’t getting any breaks this time. Did you Zap her?! She continued, “If you kissed her, you must have bleeped her too!” The more I said no, the more it sounded like yes to her. I was getting nowhere and she rambled illogically. Things were falling apart, and all the while, I wanted to tell her she looked amazing…I wanted to stop arguing and kiss her soft lips, wanted to dry her tears and make her laugh. But this wasn’t like the usual small arguments that ended in making love. This wasn’t one of those play fights where I could say things like “what the Zap is wrong with your crazy ass!” and she would laugh and say, “you’re what’s wrong with me.” Her tears were real and I couldn’t make it stop. I felt defeated.

I couldn’t explain why I did what I did, why I cannot stay with just one woman. Not to her at least – not now, she wouldn’t understand. Though she was all I wanted in a woman, the others were…less diluted. I wanted them all for different, specific reasons, which made them more exotic, exciting, enticing, and dangerous. But her, she was all the good reasons combined; yet I was a fool. I needed her, yet still wanted them, and because no man can have it all, I lost one.

“She deserves someone better,” I thought, “I’m damaged goods. I won’t be able to give her what she needs.” Being such a pessimist I let my worries get in the way. “I need someone just as damaged as I, who would understand me” these were my thoughts as I sat on the front steps of my home, alone, angry, confused and defeated. I think I love her, and I know she loves me, though she’s hurt right now, time will calm these troubled seas. When the time is right, I will go back to her, when I’m ready. I know it is selfish to make her wait for me but that’s what love does, right? I just need to straighten out myself, find order in life. But right now, I can’t help it, I can’t seem to love only her.

onyinye2:
Oh, thank you very much. to tell you the truth, i am a little shocked with what i wrote too. What about you stephen?

I was waiting for you to finish. Anyway, I like the play on words you used especially "we decided to make a trip to this "Candy Shop", hey i never had a lollipop before, so i might as well get my first lick tonight." I also liked the way you mixed all of the scenarios to make one big scene. Good job.

dreeldee:
Thanks Stephen, i hope i didnt' digressed

naw . . .

Negro_Ntns:
Stephen, very captivating!  I have a question for you, how long is the entire story?  Let me be your agent man!  You can do many things out of that piece - book, music, game, cartoon,   What do u say?  

LOL Thanks man. I appreciate that. I can make the story longer though but there's going to be too much going on.

@dreeldee, I like how you combined cheating with life changing experience.

onyinye2:
@Stephen

OMG!!!!! gosh that was creative, lustful, passionate, sexy, need i say more. That was hotter than a summer in the south. Yal wait a sec, i need to go make me a Mojito cause i need to cool off.

debosky:
That was maad stuff Stevie! kudos

I love the death scene - gripping and paralysing at the same time.

Thanks.

onyinye2:
@stephen

it doesnt matter what kind of fear. . . right??

It doesn't matter.

Ruby_Pearl:
I love this scenario!!!
I love it!!

Nice pick, Stephen

Thanks to Miss T.

Scenario 6 - Fear

LadyT:
David I'm not discussing this with you on here ok!

Does the child not have your oversized head?

LOL!!

LadyT:
Seriously Stephen I'm speechless. Beautiful

KarmaMod:
That was excellent Stephen.

Seriously great job

Ruby_Pearl:
woah, stephen, that was hot!!

I love it!!

Life is precious, is it not?

Thanks guys.

The preacher stood at the pulpit preaching words of comfort to the mourning crowd. “He lived a good life,” said the preacher “he made people laugh, he brought light to any dark room…”

I stood with my back facing the large wooden doors, which swung open every now and then as people continued to walk into the church. I could feel them walk straight through me. It felt strangely suffocating, but there was no pain. I followed the crowd towards the casket confused only to find myself staring at my own reflection.

“I’m not dead!” I screamed. I tried to push the casket down but nothing moved. My eyes nervously searched around the room to see if anyone noticed me, “This can’t be happening,” I whimpered over and over. I had exhausted all ideas that could explain what was going on. So I sat by my casket and watched as those I loved, liked, vaguely remembered and even despised walk up to pay their respect.

I watched my parents come up towards my casket and tears came running down my face. I never saw his mom in so much pain, and it killed me inside that not only was I the cause but that I couldn’t stop her tears. All I could do was hang my head low and listen…
“My son, it’s not fair, you are supposed to bury me, why did you do this to me? It’s not fair…” My mother found it harder to speak as she starred into my pale, lifeless face. “Thank you for all you did for your father and I. I know God has a reason for taking you away from us, and I know you are with the Lord…” The tears flowed heavier and her lips quivered to the point where speaking seemed impossible. My father held her gently and led her away from the casket without saying a word.

I couldn’t take it, the pain was too much for me to accept, “This isn’t real,” I said. I began to stand. Then I saw her walking towards his casket. She wore an off shoulder black gown that hugged in all the right places. Her beauty, her sadness knocked me back down and so I listened…

“Hey babe, I can’t believe you're gone, I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. You are my life” her hands softly tapped the door of the casket, “you are my best friend and I need you back because…” She paused as the tears began to pour. She tried to compose herself, but her feet were getting weak, she continued to speak in a soft, almost whisper like tone, “I need you back because I’m pregnant. Twin girls, surprise,” she said with a joyless smile, “they need their father and I can’t do this alone…”

“I’m here!” I yelled as I stood helplessly and watched her walk away. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like the room was caving in and in this implosion was a furious tornado. I fell to the ground and cried tears of doom. “I just need one more chance to change my ways” I said out loud, hoping that whatever forces in control of this nightmare would allow me to wake up, “I want to live, please let me live” I cried as I leaned upon my casket “I want to live,” I repeated over and over as I stared hopelessly at my dead body.

An eerie breeze blew around me. Chills climbed up my spine like spiders. The unthinkable happened. My corpse suddenly awoke and spoke in a raspy yet stern voice, “LIVE.” The corpse grabbed me by the chest and with a sudden jolt I found myself back in his room, on my bed dripping in sweat and gasping for air. I sat up, looked around and thought to myself, “A man should not fear death, unless he is yet to live up to his own self asserted expectations.” I was afraid, in fact petrified, but I knew what needed to be done. But first, I threw away the bag of weed under my pillow.

Damn T! It was so descriptive that one would think you've had a baby before! Just don't swear as much when you're having my baby or else . . . _jk

Negro_Ntns:
Ruby,

I know, im forced to summarize and keep things whitin the word limit.  Moderator Karma will censor me if I don't.  

In the story, I suspected the girl had been cheating and I wanted to be sure. So I planted surveillance in her phone. My suspicion yielded facts. Discovered that the man she is having sex with is a married and very wealthy individual, with chair positions on couple of corporate boards. I am going to confront her and end the relationship but not before I have collected enough evidence through her phone. Neither of them is aware. The evidence will be used to squeeze his balls into paying me money and saving his name from disgrace. The more information and extensive they are in details, the better the payoff.

I shared with my boss what I had discovered and what I wanted to accomplish by taking those steps.

Hope this clarified it.  

Much better. Don't be scared to go over the limit if you NEED to. The limit is just there so that people don't run on.

Negro_Ntns:
Hey Stephen, I started wondering, after reading GoldFinch on the first page, if Onyinye had locked you behind her Castle gates.

Nice to see u back! You dropped the roof on da club pardner, nice!!!

LOL!! Onyinye can't hold me down even if there were five of her. Thanks though.

LadyT:
Stephen you can put those moves on me ANYTIME  

Hope you can take it because me never stop.

LASIEFAIRE:
agbaya, Na so woman do you,

hahaha

In case you want to join but you don't know what scenarios are going on and you don't have time to go back and read, here they are

1) Falling in Love for the first time

2) You just found out that your boy/girlfriend or spouse cheated on you

3) The club

4) Erotica (sensual not necessarily the nitty gritty cause then that's porn)

5) Life changing moment

People! I'm sorry I took too long posting this but reality got in the way. I've read so many good role plays _{even those that went off topic} and I'm happy this thread turned out the way it is. Now let's get back to the topic.

Scenario: The Club

The club smelled of sweat and perfume. I myself was about to break out in sweat because the girls here just won’t leave us Naija guys alone. We made even the good girls go bad and then crazy. Heck, the girls went as far as to call dibs on us and would fight if things do not go their way. Just two or three songs ago, I had to settle two girls, who rolled up on me at about the same time, by dancing with them at the same time, one in the front and the other at the back. It may seem strange that girls would fight like this for us but the thing was we were extraordinary dancers. We did all the moves that other guys would be scared of doing in private.

I was able to pull away from them and as I was making my way to the bar, someone grabbed me by the shirt. I turned round and I saw a dark skinned cutie staring at me in the face. She had little make up on, her hair just the way I like it…nappy, big ear rings dangling off her ears, her sexy figure easily noticeable because dress so tight and I wondered how she could breathe with that thing hugging unto her body. The parts of her skin that showed glistened in the dim light and her hips were moving so sensual to the beat that I was almost convinced that this was a dream. I then looked back up at her face and realized her lips were moving and she was trying to get my attention. I apologized and she said out loud “I said, do you want to dance with me?” I wanted to tell her so bad that I needed a drink but I noticed she was biting her lower lip hoping I do not reject her so I agreed.

She quickly pulled me to the floor as if to ensure that I don’t leave her though I wasn’t like that instead I was going to let my body be her playground. Chris Brown’s “Forever” came on and I noticed the angel dancing with me face to face slowly turned into a little devil. She got closer to me, put her hands around my neck, her breasts pressed up on my chest while pressing her pelvic region to mine in a circular motion. I knew what she wanted and I was going to give it to her. So, I grabbed on to her waist, leaned back and slid my leg in between her thighs while moving my hips in a forward and backward motion. Then I made that sweet "mistake" and let her take control. She turned round and started grinding on me. Then she faced me again and used her leg to pull me closer to her. She turned round again and pressed her butt on me and went down in a sideways motion while holding my hand high up. By the time she was coming back up I did not only want to make love in that club but I also wanted to marry and have kids in that club with her. All thoughts of getting a drink had escaped my mind, now the only thing I was thirsty for was her body.

onyinye2:
@ Stephen and LadyT

next scenario im not feeling the whole murder thing.

Ok

LadyT:
Ok I propose a broad theme.

THE CLUB

Nice.

Scenario 3: You are in the club alone. Anything can happen (even murder).