Monthly Archives: March 2016
Sherry trembled. She felt her palpitations. Her heart was beating live. The guy wanted to take advantage of her vulnerability. He wanted to exploit whatever human part had remained in her. She took a step behind and rushed to the main door. She held the doorknob and tried to open the door but it was locked. She had been trapped again. She took a step behind and held her chest with both hands. The room was dark and the only thing she could see was silhouettes or figures walking. She hid behind some ramshackle cupboards leaving a sharp angle to peep through the collector. She slowly sat on the floor. Her heartbeat was evident. She could hear it with her ears. A silvery light illuminated her tear-stricken face, her skin so deathly pale and her eyes dilated with shock.
Looking around her, she spotted some blood on the floor that led to a certain room. She raised her eyebrows and moved much more inside the cupboards. She knew the collector was inside that room. She waited. She trembled the entire time like a raw recruit staggering back from terrors of her first battle.
GALA NITE FOR MEDICS
Story composed by : [ Melting Ice Towers ]
Photographers: Mohammed Rashid (the blue-suited guy ) and Steven Irungu (pictured at bottom of article and in the pictures below)
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Welcome to the life of a medic. Yes, as you would think out there that it is all about books, then you are mistaken. Next year, you should come and book for a ticket for the annually held Mr. and Miss Nunsa event. Come and enjoy with fellow medics too.
hello our dear readers, as Melting Ice Towers, we have decided to share our happy memories with you in showing you the best and most viewed articles in the preceding year. It was our Second year in blogging and things are going on as we expected. thanks to our most prolific readers and our fans, you give us the drive and motivation to go on and on. Being student bloggers, we feel privileged to host you as our readers and also feel driven and motivated when fellow bloggers like and comment on what we write. that is what that drives us to make a better post next time.
the following made the 2015 year and year of best views: and their categories
- The Indwelling Scare – extreme shocking
- Abyss of Passion – romance
- It’s Me and You Darling – romance
- Hit and Dump On Campus Damsels – Campus Life, Dating , Dump > Saddening
- El aborto : Killing the Unborn – Shocking abortion story
- Hello Darling – cute romance
- Seduction: Jack and Elena – Seductive Romance
- The L-Bomb – Passion, Zeal and Romance
- He Followed Me To The Insides – Extreme Shocking ,Horror, Kidnap
- Sleepless Romance – Romance
We wish you all the best and feel pleasured and free to rotate all around our blog.
Ken N Speranza
part one : HERE
part two : HERE
this is part three of the story.↓↓
‘What do you really want with me?’ she asked again. She cried painfully as she gazed at his merciless face. Every time she raised her head to look at him, frothy blood-like saliva would flow from the left side of her mouth to the dirty floor. She directed her eyes on the grimy bathroom floor as she pretended not be looking at the knife in his socks. She wore a pitiful look like a forlorn whose beloved had scorned her and departed with another. She had a feeling that this guy would be contended and satisfied after making a meal out of her. She was sure about this guy killing her. She had never come in terms with such a ruthless man before in her life.
This bandit did not show any sign of coming into a consensus with Sherry. He got close to her and held her hair pulling her towards the bathroom window. As she grabbed her hair into a knot and pulled her entire body weight, she screamed so hard that it necessitated the collector to give her a facial blow that made her lay unconscious on the tied up chair. She laid her head on the side as blood trickled ceaselessly from her mouth. Her deep cuts on the face and bleeding abrasions could not hide her damaged face anymore. Why could a man do such things to a lady?
BY : [ KEN AND SPERANZA ]
THE SILENT KILLER: POVERTY
Throngs of white-washed faced children, with annoying streaks of faded urine plastered on their calf muscles. They are marauding the slum area playing around with puddles and discolored dirty-looking streams of water which occasionally form when it happens to rain. Looking from the horizon, the ramshackle settlements are closely built together in a bid to support each other. Theoretically, in any case one of the houses at the end fall, the entire row collapses with a thud! Walking in between the crowded aisles and cramped alleyways, all kinds of business men and woman have displayed their merchandise including food products on the walking pathways just above freely running dirty streams. This doesn’t make the slum people feel a bit nervous buying such products but it’s a norm and that’s what they live on. On the back of houses and on mountains of garbage, weak-looking frail mangy dogs scamper everywhere around the place. This is a place where plain Ugali (African Cake) is the only affordable staple food from January 1st to December 31st. as a reader, it’s hard to understand the kind of Economic strains some people go through. Where the residents wash their faces with puddles of water or streams that form whenever it rains. In this settlement, crime happens and death goes unnoticed. In the stalls, alcohol is cheaper to purchase than food thus most tend to stay on alcohol claiming that it takes away the pain of hunger. Where parents force their children to prostitution to at least bring food on the table. In such places, sex is the main form of entertainment between couples such that they have a number of uncountable children of which they can’t manage. This is the daily living of almost half of the world’s population.