Heightened tender love
Build in a bundle of bravura clouds
To unreachable heights
I feel like the wind blew my heart away
Memories making me live each day
Our unfathomable recollections
By: Ken N Speranza
Check out HANNAH AND OLIVER PART ONE of this story
Oliver got to his house; he thunderously banged the door open using his right leg and sat on the carpeted floor. His both hands had held his head. Those tears, which people would like to, hide publicly were busy rolling down his face. He held his chin. Looking at the place she had slept, he got up and walked to the sofa where she had lay and got hold of the seat covers. He put them in his nose, sniffed them strongly, and later held them close to his heart. This is the time he realized that he had lost something big in his life. He took a paper and a pencil from the shelf at a certain beautiful corner and put the land cruiser’s identification numbers on paper. He rushed upstairs, wore his big jungle jacket, and also put in place a machete. He was determined to do this. He was going after Hannah.
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?
Valentine is around the corner
All that drives me is this pen and thoughts
Flashbacks that make me quiver
Reminding me of those candles, we are about to light
The roses that take my breathe away
This is another year for us
A promising year of the world cultured in red
A world where we speak and shine love
Where our hearts pour out that escalating love
Illuminate each edge
Beauty of nature
I want to watch every minute glitter
Glitter of that satisfactory joy
Breath and let out that breathe of love
Glitter and glisten of that inbuilt power
Our strengths that live in us
I want to watch to us glow
Grow and blossom with love
Nurture what lies deep in us
Treasure our strongholds
I want to watch your eyeballs bulge
As an admiration of what nature granted us
Nurture what nature gave us
Make it our small piece of art
Moreover, curve it in an artistic way
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READ : [THE BUNGALOW: CHLOE AND LORENZO PART ONE ]
When love knocks your door, it’s time to say a big Welcome…’
‘……..Next time I’m going to say to him what I feel on his face…’’
Mr. Naija’s got home early the very day that Chloe had recognized Lorenzo’s eyes.
The elegant dude got up and hurriedly got the parcel to his dad.
‘It was brought early today by Mr. Jude’s servant.’ He said as he looked down. He didn’t feel good when calling her servant. He had loved her too.
Mr. Naija’s arranged a group of documents and wrote a short note and gave Lorenzo to forward to the Jude’s bungalow. It has never happened before. He felt great. He shuffled slowly and got the parcel. He took his quad bike and drove it slowly approaching the bungalow.
At first, he just watched the house. It was a big house. Not only was it a big house, but also, his love-girl was also a human inside the house. He glared at the parcel again and drove to the gate. He raised an alarm. He pressed the doorbell.
Her hair dazzled. Her face was bright and she seemed to possess a lot of hope in life. Her expression of beauty was more than a word to her. This tall studious lady was the centre of attraction to the urban men. She made it sure that everywhere she moved, she was glared at. Failure to glare at her, would pronounce a false prophecy to her judgment. She expected men and women to show that ‘wanting’ look. Her short pants and dresses made it clear to what she really aspired- attention. She was the ‘attention seeker’.
Her long, black hair was natural and was treated more than any other asset she possessed. Her long, brown, non-sooty legs were also her icon. She made it sure that she visited a professional masseuse for the job well done on daily basis. Her name was Gillian.
Her talks around the town were wired throughout. She had been making men fight and engage in unproductive talk. A certain gang of boys, who had been terrorizing the town for a while, had been investigating Gillian for some time. They had been residing in the urban area for quite some time. They decided to work out ‘something’ to keep her ‘attention’ shut. They came up with a very well developed plan to capture this high class lady. She wasn’t the type you would bump on and get to know the other side in such an abrupt manner. At some moments, she was the refined one!
The day of invasion was on Friday. They knew that Gillian was a frequent customer
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