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The Hombres in Negro Veils

The Hombres in Negro Veils

The time was 10am.

I was seated silently at my favorite corner inside the library. My long A4 books and fancy notebook together with those rare fancy biros you receive when you attend a conference at the likes of Kempinski Hotels; were just in front of me on top of the table. I was strategically placed such that I would view every corner of the entire huge library. I was the kind of person who got easily distracted when someone got up from their seats or when they started walking around the library. I kept peeping on them.

The structure of the library was big. It was 6 stories. I was in the Biology department which was situated in the 4th floor. Mind you, it was a spacious hall. As a biology body, it had various artifacts that made it wonderful and beautiful. The hall had an aquarium where different kind of fish swum, there were two huge man-made human skeletons on the sides and also some enclosed algae plantations still inside the library. The hall had in addition, 360 rotating executive seats. The long windows and numerous fans made the massive hall conducive for learning activities despite the large number of readers who were seated doing their et cetera. At the very entrance, long alternating shelves lined up the walls of the entrance showcasing the numerous books in store for us at the library, forming some kind of an aisle that led inside the 4th floor.

 

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The Unfinished House 4

 

unfinished house

Part OnePart Two  |  Part Three |

 

Cain and Abby

 

They arrived at the homestead. She loved the compound at first sight. Cain walked ahead of her and opened the door for her letting her get inside. He later locked the door from behind. He directed her to the couch and made her comfortable by giving her some pieces of newspapers to read as he hurriedly walked into the kitchen. He quickly started preparing some tea while he checked other things to ensure they were ready e.g. Bread and blueband. In an African setting, like that of Cain, a visitor was welcomed with tea and bread no matter the hour of the day as he/she awaited the meal. This is what Cain was currently doing. 

 

Within 20 minutes, the tea was ready and since it was getting late, he quickly served her breakfast as he removed the newspapers she was engrossed in at the couch’s end. 

 

“Thank you, very much. This is so kind of you”. She said 

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PHANTOM 4

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| THREETWO | ONE |

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Bella and Baron
This was the third day. I hadn’t eaten a thing since the day I came. As they brought the food, I occasionally threw it on the walls of the dark room I was in. I was feeling the hunger deep inside me. I couldn’t continue anymore. I couldn’t bear the feeling. I had to eat. I told myself as I crawled towards the plate of food that had been placed at the doorstep on the floor. I held the plate in my arms and sat on the cold floor, it was cold. Very cold. I started eating the  contents that were on the plate. I didn’t know what they were. I kept eating as I was as hungry as a hyena that had been starved for days. Back home, I was an “eater”, so you Can imagine to what extent I had been suffering.

I couldn’t imagine Baron had done this to me. I looked at myself and felt very ashamed. I had been used. How could I be here while I was trying to help Him get at my home safely? Why do Bad things happen to good people?  I kept asking myself rhetorical questions now and then.

After about one hour, I put the empty plate on the ground and tried getting up.

“OH shit ” I had soiled myself. The clothes I had previous night when they had tried to cut of my neck were still on me. I would feel the heaviness of my Abdomen especially my bum. I had to remove the clothes. I slowly got up and slowly removed my entire clothes. I used the clean parts of the undressed clothes as tissue paper. I was clean though the smell inside the room had already intensified.
I started walking around in my birth suit. I couldn’t stand the stench around the room. I started banging the door as I tried to look for an exit. I also thought by banging the door, someone would come and would Give me clothes to wear. I kept banging the door continuously until I got tired. No one was answering my calls. I sat at the far most corner away from my undressed clothes. I hunched up my knees such that my head got in between my knees. I covered my head with my hands and stayed still.

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[COMPLETE] He Followed Me To The Insides – Melting Ice Towers

Chapter One

‘What is the guy upto?’

‘He has been following me since I got out of school’ Sherry said to herself.

She refuted boarding to hire a taxi to take her home and she is regretting now. A tall hooded man has been following her close behind. He takes every corner she takes; he increases and lowers his speed as sherry does.

Sherry was a university girl pursuing Linguistics at undergraduate level. She had heard stories and seen ladies followed by weird looking guys and the worst could be heard of them later. She had a tight mini-skirt and a top complement with red heels and that jungle jacket covering her upper part of the body.

She continued talking to herself,

‘Is this guy following me because he has seen my legs or what?’ she walked fast as she pulled down her skirt to cover her upper part of the legs but could not make it. It was too short and the man was not stopping. It was getting dark. Seven o’clock was almost hitting. The sun had already being submerged to the west and those dark clouds had already started to colonize the entire sky. She had golden- coated earrings too. She removed them hurriedly and kept them in her purse. She got hold of her phone and dialed a call to her mum.

‘’….leave a message…’’

She got angry and reshuffled the phone back to her purse. The man kept following her as if scrutinizing what she was upto.

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TEACHER JOYCE: BOY SCHOOL CHRONICLES [ TWO ]

FOR PART ONE OF THIS STORY, CLICK ⇒ HERE

25yr old Female ♀ Teacher in a Boy’s School

31st Dec 2016.

This was to be the last day of 2016. I was happy and I didn’t know why. I just felt happy inside my heart. Maybe it was because of Josh. I knew I would meet him today. “Damn!  It was long since I hugged someone like him. A light skin built kind of a man” I told myself as I glared my self at the mirror. I still had my white  bathroom gown on. I sat in front  of the mirror and did my hair and make up. I was definitely awesome. I smiled and did some unique calculated grimaces on the mirror to ascertain that my look was perfect. I was dayum. I did my nails and also my eye brows too. My hair was the curly type. It went well with the shape of my head. I wasn’t that awful. I tried my best to always stand out. I walked to my bed side and dropped my bathroom gown on the mat next to the bed. I walked in my newborn suit to the cabinet And chose my best and  colorful  undergarments. I knew something weird would happen and I needed to be colorful everywhere. I guess you understand what I mean. I needed to be that perfect. I took my date  dress and put it on. That dress wasn’t the everyday wear. It was secured for awesome days. A day like this one. So sometimes, I would go up to one month without it having my scent.

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PHANTOM 3

– PART ONE PHANTOM 1

– PART TWO PHANTOM 2

I started writhing on the ground slowly. I could feel myself. My body parts and my thermal status were low. I tried to lift myself up but my head was too heavy. These people had used something strong to make me extremely weak. Never had I ever had such a strong feeling of super-weakness as I had that day. I could hear some voices in the background. They were human voices. I tried to turn to the direction the voices emanated from and luckily, I managed to try. I slowly got myself up and holding on to the wall, I slithered like a snake  towards the voices. 
I arrived at the place where the voices emanated from. It was a small room with a black door. . I stood at the doorstep. I didn’t want to peep. Horrors from my last peep at the fridge were still haunting me. I thought for sometime.

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