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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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[ COMPLETE ] : THE OLYMPIAN ONE NIGHT STAND

JONTE AND CATE JENNER

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Jonte and Cate Jenner had completed their degrees at a widely recognized University. Completing the degrees was the happiest thing in life that really made them match. After two years of experience, they met again at the same university. Coincidentally, they all wanted to pursue a master’s course. They met across an isolated path as Jonte was going to the lecture hall.
At first, he could not seem to get a clear view. He sent glances towards her for a number of times until they approached each other.
‘Jenner!’ he called out as if he did not know her real name.
‘Jonte’ she called back his name and they hugged.
‘What are you doing here in campus?’ Jonte asked as he inspected her by scrolling his eyes down her books.
‘I have just come back to pursue my master’s degree. ‘What about you?’ she said asked him, ‘what are you doing in campus?’
‘That’s a coincidence! I have also come to pursue my master’s degree’ he said as he glanced around to view whether someone was peeping at them.
They did not have any relationship before. They were just mates back in the undergraduate halls.
‘Where were you heading to? It’s already 2pm.’ He asked Jenner.

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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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A WORD FOR THE YOUTH

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Hello Youth,

Your time as a youth will come and later disappear. You are young for now but days are counting and time waits for no man. Soon, you will hit 40, then 60 and later 90 if you so lucky to see the years. You will become dependent on your grandchildren in your old age or your servants if you can afford them to perform simple activities of daily living for you. In case you did not realize, time is running. We were in 2005, now we are in 2017; it was Obama now its Trump. Ebola has come and gone. You were in elementary school, now you are almost graduating. Some have already graduated. What you did not realize is that people are different. You could be pursuing a course with your course mate but he/she has a million dollar plan in what they really want to do in life. After 3 -5 years, you are flabbergasted to view their companies and businesses making headlines. Maybe, he/she had informed you about the plan a few years back but you assumed or took it so lightly; made them think they are fools who could never accomplish anything in life. You realize your thinking was so myopic on them. You realize that they had a plan for the future. You realize that they did not waste any of their time while you were busy downgrading their ‘supernatural’ dreams as you called them. It dawns on you that what you threw to them is what they picked up and got the courage to do what you dimmed impossible!

However, time is gone. She /he is there and you are here!

Lesson number one: Treasure your Friends. Encourage them in what they want to pursue. Never underestimate the power of a young person. Never downgrade their dreams.

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