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THE UNPRECEDENTED ISLAND 2 – THE WEIRD LAND

THE NEW START : THE WEIRD LAND
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Desmond Island
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‘Get some strong sticks’ Carl requested
‘Strong…? Are those not strong?’
‘Strong enough to burrow the soil’
‘Okay’ Liz responded as she bent plucking and picking the fallen rods of firewood. She was humming her favorite song.
Carl was digging the graves of their two sons, Greg and Colly. They had only noticed by the lockets on their necks they had bought during birthdays. Liz was busy fetching sticks to excavate the soil. They were no ‘jembes’ or ‘pangas’ around.
After some hours the grave was ready. It was just a minimal trench that would fit the remains of the two sons. As they carried the sooty-grotesque bodies, tears from Liz eyes dripped.
‘Hold the lower part of the limbs as I hold this upper side.’ Carl said as he held the fluffy part of the head.
As they reached the grave like structure, Carl positioned the head down slowly and gazed at Liz.
‘Put it down slowly’
They buried their sons in the island. They pushed the soil back to the grave. They lay wild flowers which Liz had plucked from a certain bush. She sat on a certain granitic rock and stared at Carl. She remembered of her huge house in Washington D.C. where there were teeming city streets, glass skyscrapers, glitters and glitz and also the luxurious landscapes.
‘Was life made to be like this? We have lost our sons. They are barely 16yrs. What a life?’ Liz questioned as she gazed above.
‘Problems come in life Liz. This one was unexpected. You should even thank God for saving your life. You are alive and kicking.’ Carl responded
‘Its…’Liz was cut short
‘That doesn’t mean am not sobbing the death of our sons. I’m also grieving their loss’ he said as he squatted on the grassy area.
‘Carl, why aren’t you sad, I see you smiling; no sad face; is there something you are keeping behind my ass? Liz asked.
‘Honey, men are always jovial; by the way do you see men crying in burial?’
‘To some extent, I don’t. But don’t you feel pain for your own flesh and blood? Did their demise mean anything to you?’ Liz questioned holding her chin.
‘As a man, I feel it in my heart, but I can’t bear showing it physically like you do. Just don’t be angst-ridden.’ He responded

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PHANTOM SIX

PHANTOM|ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE |

 

MELTING ICE TOWERS

THIS IS PART 6 OF THE STORY ∇∇∇

He walked to the red wall on the side where there was a white socket. The socket contained two buttons. A red and a green one. He immediately pressed the red button and the machine started grinding. The sound it produced was so loud such that I felt a buzz in my ears – tinnitus. Despite having the jacket that Baron had given me, I still could feel a cold shiver breaking through my spine. I tried to urinate but there was nothing on my bladder. I was restless with my mind soo preoccupied. I had seen what he was capable of doing and I did not want to be the victim of his acts. I swore to die trying to save myself rather than be pulled like a headless chicken. I sat on the cold floor, just next to Boyka. He seemed to be regaining his power as he moved far away from the machine. I too could not want to be near it. I moved away from it too. Baron stood just in front of us, watching us as we tried to escape out of a roundhouse. There was no way out for sure.

 

‘What did he want to do with us?’ I asked myself.

 I could not want the thought of me being grinded by the machine coming anywhere cross to my mind. I trembled.

 

Baron took on of the wooden chairs and sat before us. I spaced again far away from both of them. I trusted none. They all had left scars in my life both physical and emotional. I hunched up my knees to my chin and covered myself completely with the jacket hiding my thighs.

 

‘Boyka!’ Baron called out on him. ‘How could she have overpowered you?’ he looked at him straight in the eyes, as he seemed to be quite ungrateful with him.

 

‘Tell me the reason as to why she beat you up like this.’ He asked again as he seemed to get bitter. He started biting his lower lip as the huge vein on the forehead started protruding.

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PHANTOM 5

Previous Episodes

Parts | ONE | TWO | THREE| FOUR |

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This is part 5 of this story

Bella and Baron

I screamed soo loudly as I bow down my head in a bid to curb the pain inflicted on my fingers. The pain was too much to bear. I could feel the cartilage and collateral ligaments of my knee dancing to the excruciating pain forcing me to stay on the grimy floor as I writhed as a dying snake. My eyes were fixed on my broken finger as I visualized a white colored bone on it. It was broken. I mean, my finger was broken and it had exposed even the phalanges. I kept on wailing at the top of my voice until there was no sound coming from my mouth again. All my mouth and my facial muscles did were look like I was wailing but unfortunately, no sound could manage to come out.

‘My God!’ I screamed. What had he turned to? I mean, I thought Boyka was the one who had inscribed this utmost Satanism in him. At this moment, I had no doubt he was the real ‘proprietor’. I gazed at him. I was still crying at the top of my voice as I slowly writhed away from him. I could not even walk; I walked on my knees just like a toddler as I calculated to what extent I was to the door. All I wanted for now was to escape the whole mess that I had got myself into.

He slowly came forward and sat on his desk. He sat right on the place he had cut my finger on. To be much more vivid, his buttock had sat on my blood. I pushed myself quickly towards the corner near the door. I now feared him for sure. He was not going to help me at any cost. My heart was trembling so hard such that I could feel it beating. I gazed at him. I felt so bad for having assisted him get out of the club. This is what it cost me. To start with, I was naked, I hadn’t eaten a thing, I was smelling my own feaces , I had been roughed up, I had almost been raped and lastly, I had lost a finger. All this because of helping someone who I thought was my to-be boyfriend get home safely.

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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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PHANTOM 4

Previous Episodes👇

| THREETWO | ONE |

This is episode 4
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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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‘HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES’

BY : KEN N SPERANZA

‘HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES’

‘What is the guy upto?’

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

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SHE REFUTED TO BOARD A TAXI

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.

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HE FOLLOWED HER STEALTHY STEP BY STEP MAKING SURE HER CALCULATED HER MOVES

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THE ACCLIVITOUS TIDE

Creative Works By: Ken N Speranza

Today is June 1st 2016. We are in this part of the world that has become extremely party-engrossed every day of the week. Theoretically, here at campus, there are parties every day of the week. ‘Hungry’ Guys prey on unsuspecting ladies and ‘screw’ them without their consent. Nowadays, almost all campus parties must involve premature-sex; not just booze and dance –that is what a ‘complete house party’ is explained in simple terms. The crafty ways that are being used to drug ladies are well pronounced products that are effective in making damsels drowsy and accept almost everything at their new ‘mood.’ We came across this lady who almost succumbed during her first campus party. She was drugged and roughly deflowered by a guy he met a few days before the party. What she recalls was the way she couldn’t resist the guy in any way during the act. She kept saying that the drug had something to do with how she was so naïve and submissive. In her dreams she says that she keep seeing the face of that guy making her nights uncomfortable.

 

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DISASTROUS HONEYMOON

BY: KEN AND SPERANZA

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Francesca and Griffon had just married and the dawn of their second morning was met by a very awful start…

Francesca got so close to Griffon.She glared directly to his eyes her face full of love and trust. Her eggshell teeth arranged accordingly. She exposed a lasting smile as she surveyed his face. Griffon smiled and the handsome face of the young man occasionally made Francesca to blush. Griffon lowered his head and kissed Francesca and she got consumed slowly by the kiss. After some seconds they paused.

“How should we spend our first night?” Francesca asked as she massaged Griffon’s huge biceps.

“I promise to abide by what you suggest sweetheart.” He said as he tickled his lower lip with his middle finger. Francesca bit his lower lip as she held Griffon close to him.

“Okay.” She paused. “We should drive the whole night to see the moon and the waning stars and get to enjoy our first night happily wedded.”

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WRATH OF A MAN’S SWEAT

BY KEN AND SPERANZA

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JUST BECAUSE OF CHARCOAL…

Never joke with what a man/woman does to earn his daily bread. The story below explains why you should respect a man’s daily bread earner at all cost. Whatever one does to survive and fend his/her family is none of your business. Try and make ends meet for your own and leave others to do their affairs to have their daily bread laid on the table after a hard day’s work.

There lived a man in the far end of the alpha horizon in a village called Kamanga. His name was Dimba. Kamanga was an area popularly known for charcoal business. The commoners did their best to burn firewood in pits during the night in preparation for the next day’s business. Although charcoal was the main produce in the area, other sources of wealth were cattle and livestock keeping. Kamanga village was also known to be the home for hard working herdsmen who did their best to pocket something in their robes. You wouldn’t survive Kamanga village if you were the lazy breed of human beings.

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