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I'm interested

Alright, I'm in for the checkmates collaboration stuff. Divepen, am I late??

Cybershow:
Group 1 dnt b anoid i dnt show up..am bust al thru...bt am gona rate my bosses dat rote 2dae
Kusibe77=7
divepen=8
thronekid=7
stuff46=8
theorbiters=5 cux u dnt meet d time factor
Kizzykeziah=5 cux u dnt meet d time factor as wel

My apologies though. I saw this by 9:00pm, only God knws how I was able to write that. Nice one anyway.

"God please, help me", she muttered as she ran in the dark, panting heavily.
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She had just come in from work and the only thing on her mind was to have a quick shower and then sleep till the next day.
As she made her way to her bathroom, the light went off. "Ha, NEPA".
She looked out of her window and she noticed it was only her house that had no light. "That's weird", she soliloquised. She had decided to take her shower before finding out what the problem was.
She made for her bathroom but stopped in her tracks as she heard a baby's cry. Where was that coming from? She lived alone and had no baby in the house but the baby's cry became louder. It seemed to be coming from the room on the left side of the bathroom, she thought to herself and she wandered in the dark towards the door. She placed her hand on the door knob but realised she was stepping in a pool of something liquid. Maybe water, she thought, but where was it leaking from. Where is light when she needed it? The baby's cry intensified and she felt compelled to open the door, so, she sucked in a deep breath and pressed the door knob downwards.
'CRASHHHHH'
The sound of plates being broken sent a shiver down her spine. Was someone in the house with her or had someone broken in? That sound seem to be coming from the kitchen. The baby's cry had abruptly ceased. So she made her way to the kitchen.
"That's weird", she said aloud as she saw a candle stick lited in her sitting room. She couldn't remember putting on a candle. She headed for the kitchen. Thick sweat were beginning to run down her half unclad spine as she walked carefully into the kitchen.
What's happening her, she thought as she saw her gas cooker on. She looked around, everything seem to be in place then why was she being paranoid now. As she made to leave the kitchen, she saw a shadow move across the wall quickly and hide behind the darkness. In a moment of fear, she missed a step and fell backward, allowing other plates come crashing down to the floor.
"Jeez, Jane, get hold of yourself", she was speaking out loud in bid to quell her fears. "You are not going crazy."
She got to her feet and made for her sitting room but still harboured the thought of an intruder in her house and soon enough, her fear became just to real.
She heard footsteps behind her but she summoned courage and looked back.
He stood there with a grin on his face as he romanced the sickle in the air.
Time froze. She froze.
He advance menacingly and grabbed her by the neck and stared into her eyes with his big red eyes. This was a demon.
She struggled for breathe as she finally came to her senses and he forcibly threw her across the room. Quickly she got up and ran not minding the pains that ached her unclad body
The beast just looked at her with a smile as its watched her run.
She took the left turn and headed for her bathroom. Her night robe was lying on the floor there. She stepped into a pool of water and slipped only to discover that it was not water, rather it was blood. Where was this coming from? She asked herself but didn't wait to answer that as the beast grabbed her from the floor and threw her towards the left door facing her bathroom.
The baby's cry came aloud again. Everywhere was dark.
She ran in the dark as she panted heavily, "God, if you really exist, please, now is the time to prove it."
She came in face with the door from where the cry was coming from. She had no choice than to enter the room as the fear of being dead filled her head.
Quickly she entered the room and closed the door behind her. She was trapped.
The baby's cry was coming from a hand sewed doll with no eyes, resting on a radio behind it in the empty room. Now, she knew she was going to die.
She rested on the wall by the door as she planned her next action and waited for the beast to come in. She could feel his presence from without and she moan quietly.
Her phone rang.
The door flung open.
She woke up.
Her phone alarm was screaming 5:00am and her neighbour's child was crying.
"Oh God. Thank you Jesus, she gasped as she sunk back into the bed.
She heard a crash in the kitchen.
She froze.

So, finally, this is it, the end of this exciting competition. I must say, it has been fun all the way and the tension ripping effects has been amazing. To all the winners and learners, I duff my hat for you and say, it's been awesome challenging you all. Let's hope we have another competition again. Till then, more fluid to your pen.

It should be a week already since the last stage flagged off. I wonder if this is still on.
Larrysun, glad to have you back after a long absence. You were duly missed

Divepen, I wanna know, what is the essence of this thread? Is it just for the marks or for building skills also? If it is for the marks, then so many things cud go wrong but if it is for building and enhancing skills, then I think everyone has to take it into consideration.
I wud like propose that there shud be two judges from each group to rate the work of the other group to avoid some kind of biased minds wen it comes to rating a submitted work. It is just a suggestion.

~~~~GROUP 2~~~~

Tuesday was bright as the scalding sun, scintillating across the borders of the horizon, gave a spark of renewed vigour to everything around.
The earth was brown and breathing again as life cracked another joke, much to the applause of the jeering cosmos.
An angel of law and justice, in the traditional black outfit, graced the event as the co-actor on the grandest of stage the theatre of life had to offer on that ebullient tuesday, only now, I begin to wonder if he was a good angel or the opposite. Well, by the clothes we shall know them.(Don't quote me on that oo, you are on your own).
The other co-star of the show soon arrived the scene in his dark blue golf car, dressed in a white top, just like every other people, he too was having a bite of the morning scuttle that seem to be a normal thing as they raced to their respective destinations right on the edge of time.
"Hey!!! Stop there", like a bolt of lightning out of a dark sky, the angel in black vaulted in front of the incoming car and aimed his weapon of death towards the car as he ordered the golf driver to a halt.
Heads turned and faces became fixated on the rapidly evolving drama.
Chei, I don late today, the golf driver must have soliloquized as he placed his pams on his tilting head and receded the speed of his car to absolute zero.
"Ha officer, good morning o", the driver smiled as he spoke, trying to conceal whatever he felt, "hope work is good?"
"Ah, we thank God o," the officer gave a repartee like he was talking to his best friend. "How work na, hope no wahala?"
"Ah, no o, just the normal normal. You know say we gats hussle for this country?" The driver was wondering if the officer truly cared.
"Na true, na true", the officer repeatedly said as he nodded his head. "So anything for your boys this morning, at least make we take am see road? You know say we too suppose hussle na, abi we no go chop too?"
Ewo, see wahala o, shey na from my pocket you keep chopping money? He amused within himself. He dare not say it out loud unless he wanted to sleep somewhere that wasn't his bed that night.
"Ha officer, I know say una dey try, but I no get plenty for now. If I dey pass here for evening, I go do you well. I promise."
"O boy, that one na story. So make I wait for evening before I chop? Why you wicked like this. Na only fifty naira o."
"Officer, I promise, I go do you well na", the driver began laughing, trying to push his luck.
"O boy, wetin you dey talk sef? Na promise I go chop put for belle? Abi you sef don turn Goodluck's brother?"
"Ha no o, I no be Goodluck's brother", the driver joked mildly.
"Oya na, do something make you comot here, abi you no dey go work again?" The officer, with a frowned face, folded his arms across his chest and rested on the door.
Immediately the driver's brain jerked. He looked at his watch as cursed under his breathe. Chai, I don late today, he must have said to him self.
"Okay, officer, I no get change, when I come back..."
"O boy, no dey talk that one," the officer interrupted. "How much you get?"
"Just hundred naira note, I no get change." The driver retorted, now visibly irritated.
"Eh, we go find change, or you fit dash me the money na."
"Ha oga, abeg, when I dey come back, I go see you, since you no get change and I am already late." The driver said, as he kicked the dead engine into life.
"Mr man, no move this car o, I dey warn you o. I be police o, I fit shoot....", the officer kept shouting as the driver tried pushing his luck by moving the car slowly.
Everyone that watched could only laugh with much vigour as we could only stand there and stare at what was displayed in front of us.
The driver, drove slowly as the officer kept hurling orders that weren't even listened to. The officer, seeing that his gun wasn't with him, he must have kept it somewhere and he couldn't afford to fetch it at the time, decided to give one last ridiculous act.
Quickly, he latched unto the bonnet of the car as he continued screaming.
"Mr. Man, no move this car o, I dey warn you o. You no dey hear word abi? No dey move this car na."
"But I gat no change na", the driver angrily threw his hands to the air, "What's the matter with you? Ha!"
"So na just because of fifty naira you dey do shakara. Oya, bring the hundred naira, I get change,"
"You say what?", the driver acted like he didn't hear him.
"I say I get change, bring the money," the officer, shouted and much people heard him.
"So you get since and you dey worry yourself", driver teased as he handed over a hundred naira note of the Nigerian currency to the angel of the law.
The officer, drew from his pocket, bundles of crispy naira note. He must have been doing this for a long time fo have accumulated such amount. Onlookers could only gasp and moan in utter shock. The officer finally two twenty naira notes and a ten naira note back to the driver.
"Ha, officer, I no dey sell pepper na. Just give me a clean note", the driver said.
"That one na your business", the officer said as he unmounted from the car's bonnet and walked away to block another victim. The driver scurried as he raced to beat time.
The officer took a glance at his spectators and in an instance, the crowd disintegrated. If out of fear or for urgency, that I cannot tell.
The show was over.

I am so in