Gosh why's Stephen 21?

acidrop:

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA very talented write up. Bros u get writing skills ooo

LOL!! Thanks.

stillwater:

Gosh why's Stephen 21?

I'm going be 22 soon.

TOH:

Someone needs to spray Stephen with the hose

LMAO!! Please don't.

Always offline when the fun stuff happens. A 3-page fight and a very mushy make-up. Touching. . .

@ayinba 1
very nice stuff. I like

StephenP:

I'm going be 22 soon.

. . .still too young.

[B]Ojukwu-rs, Ariblaze, Ayimba1, StephenP[/b]
Thanks guys for steering us back on course.


[B]4Her & H. R Hotness[/b]
Appreciate your efforts at peacekeeping yesterday. Hopefully, things will be smooth sailing from here on.


I have what might be a "duh" question and please feel free to say "duh" if it is, okay. Is 4Her also Morenike09 and I believe I read it somewhere that TOH is D-Reloaded, right? Sorry. . .just being nosy.

Nice to get back and see everything back to normal. Almost.

Really can't say what came over me last night, but it felt kinda great letting off steam It's been a while since i had a face-off with any1 - or should i say post-off. Lol.

That post-me-i-post-u really wore me out! Maybe i'll take a break from drabbling and just watch like I used to do. Had more fun that way.

StephenP:

I don't know why peeps were arguing but I guess it's all cool now. Since some of you guys liked the first story, I decided to continue it.

Caution: This is R rated. Reader discretion is advised.


I was inside her. She bit her bottom lip in fixation of what was to come. She said that I knew her body more than anyone she had ever met. . . and I believed it. I took my time to find what made her arch her back and grab my skin. Sometimes she dug her nails into me unknowingly, but I didn’t complain. . .I liked it. I liked when she squeezed tighter and pulled me farther inside her, begging me to either quicken or slow the pace. She melted in my arms. Temperatures increased, positions were explored. I had entered a sinful heaven. I loved the look on her face, the pleasure in her eyes. I grabbed her hips and flipped her. Her head hung off the bed; her hands grabbed the sheets to prevent a fall. But it was inevitable, and I was wild. . .

By the time I am done with you will not only enter sinful heaven, u will beg for mercy
Stephen stephen, how are far now?

stillwater:

. . .still too young.

*sniff sniff*

tope2000:

By the time I am done with you will not only enter sinful heaven, u will beg for mercy
Stephen stephen, how are far now?

LOL no comment.

Stillwarra. . .
you berra stop am o. . .me, I heard you're 20. Just the right age

Madam Sisikill. . .very nosy

@Sisikill, Ariblaze

Thanks
@All

Keep up the good work.

@David
Apology accepted but we are all waiting

Tetchiness:

Stillwarra. . .
you berra stop am o. . .me, I heard you're 20. Just the right age

Seriously, I'm older than that. I'm a woman not a girl.

stillwater:

Seriously, I'm older than that. I'm a woman not a girl.

Cool. . .am also 27

Damn Stephen!!! That was freakin' GOOD!! I couldn't stop drooling. The choice of words and imagery were perfect. Excellent job! Sequel?

sisiskill, yea it's me

Tetchiness:

Madam Sisikill. . .very nosy 

LMAO. . .I know, I can't help it. So is this another new name?

TOH:

sisiskill, yea it's me 

Lol. . .ah me too I want to join the club oh. What do I need. . .
Money? No problem. . .who needs money anyway.
Blood oath? I say bring me the razor blade. . . was never really fond of my pinky.
My first born child? Done. . .there will be more kids to come.

who is next?

Tonye had been crying all-day. Jnr. cried without understanding much. Upset that Daddy was so dull, he hated the wires that tied him down. However, he was fascinated by the beeping television with the lines.

Wale KNEW it would be over soon and tried to pray. He couldn’t concentrate; oddly thinking of cold beers and suya. A sudden shiver and the lines Jnr. was watching flattened out. Wale found himself outside himself, looking at them.

The chap-with-the-wings encouraged him. “They’ll be fine. Let’s go.” Wale glanced at him quizzically and the chap smiled, “Yes, the Heineken's cold.”

Wale was good-to-go.

DISCLAIMER
I do not work for NB PLC. This story is pure fiction and does not reflect the author's views regarding the afterlife.

DaPhoenix:

Damn Stephen!!! That was freakin' GOOD!! I couldn't stop drooling. The choice of words and imagery were perfect. Excellent job! Sequel?

Thanks love. About the sequel. . .I doubt it but let's see

Muscles tense, he grunts. Tears fill his eyes. Making no sound, he starts over. Taking deep breaths in and out, he pushes again bringing more tears to his eyes.
A knock on the door. “Oh gosh”, he swears. He knocked back on the door and whoever had knocked departed.
Sweating profusely, his muscles tense again. This time he pushes much harder. “Thunk” and a huge sigh of relief. He gets up and looks into the bowl. “Dang, I gotta eat my veggies” He pulls the handle down and watches in horror as the bowl filled over and spilled its contents.

@ ayinba1

Lol

thats a good one. . .  but nasty

@hr
it happens though

She opened her eyes at 6am, the same time she always does. Her curtains were open, she liked to wake up with the sunshine on her face, not today though, it was raining outside. Pushing aside the covers, she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, stripping along the way. As she stood there under the hot shower, she felt her body slowly awaken. A few minutes later she was dressed and ready to go. Grabbing her thermos from the kitchen, she walked out of the door.  Within the next hour, she would kill 3 men. . . . .

~Pandora~:

She opened her eyes at 6am, the same time she always does. Her curtains were open, she liked to wake up with the sunshine on her face, not today though, it was raining outside. Pushing aside the covers, she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, stripping along the way. As she stood there under the hot shower, she felt her body slowly awaken. A few minutes later she was dressed and ready to go. Grabbing her thermos from the kitchen, she walked out of the door.  Within the next hour, she would kill 3 men. . . . .

^{**shivering.**} I hope its only a story.

ayinba1:

Muscles tense, he grunts. Tears fill his eyes. Making no sound, he starts over. Taking deep breaths in and out, he pushes again bringing more tears to his eyes.
A knock on the door. “Oh gosh”, he swears. He knocked back on the door and whoever had knocked departed.
Sweating profusely, his muscles tense again. This time he pushes much harder. “Thunk” and a huge sigh of relief. He gets up and looks into the bowl. “Dang, I gotta eat my veggies” He pulls the handle down and watches in horror as the bowl filled over and spilled its contents.

First. . .Rotflmao.
Second. . NICE!!
Third. . .Ewww!

~Pandora~:

She opened her eyes at 6am, the same time she always does. Her curtains were open, she liked to wake up with the sunshine on her face, not today though, it was raining outside. Pushing aside the covers, she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, stripping along the way. As she stood there under the hot shower, she felt her body slowly awaken. A few minutes later she was dressed and ready to go. Grabbing her thermos from the kitchen, she walked out of the door. Within the next hour, she would kill 3 men. . . . .

God! I loooooooooove it!
There's a softness or should I say gentleness to it, which makes it more chilling.



@ Crazylegs
Please I've got to know how you came up with Crazylegs. I tell ya, everytime I see your name. . .I can't help but chuckle. You don't even want to know what image pops in my head. . .

Sisikill:

@ Crazylegs
Please I've got to know how you came up with Crazylegs. I tell ya, everytime I see your name. . .I can't help but chuckle. You don't even want to know what image pops in my head. . .

Judging from your sense of imagination I'm dead sure I don't so I'll put you out of your misery. Crazylegs is an extremely daft crane from a cartoon series. I'm a bit daft, and like cartoons so . . .

Sisikill isn't a bad name either.

I raised my glass to drink. I let it sit on the tips of my lips as my mind drifted into a jungle of my untamed thoughts. To the outside eye I lived a perfect life. I worked at a successful advertising firm and lived with my wife in a beautiful two-bedroom apartment on the upper west side of Manhattan. To the outside eyes we were a model of what many wished to have and looked upon in envy. All heads turned towards us whenever we were together at a social event. My hands always held on gently to her waist and her hands to mine, as if we were inseparable. Her beauty lit up any room and my charisma was just as igniting as her allure.

I tilted my hands to take a sip of my drink. The cold drink rushed down my lungs as the tears came flowing down my eyes. She was to blame as much as I was, but I took full responsibility. I absent mindedly lowered my hands and released the glass, but it missed the table and shattered upon the hardwood kitchen floor. The scene resembled a Shakespearian tragedy as the red wine made a river that flowed away from my feet and the shattered glass were like droplets of snow. Even my pain was a masterpiece.


To be continued.

As my keys turned the lock, I knew the instant I stepped into the light, I would see him.

And I was proven right.

Like a stalker, he monitored my movement,

Gesticulating at everything I do.

His figure a slanted version of me, dark as the night sky.

His silence, a hollow hole in my subconscious

leaves a void unfathomable to the swiftest of minds.

As a child I had tried chasing him, tried grasping him,

All my efforts to no avail.

But then again I wonder. . .

Why should my shadow be personalized as a he when I'm a she?

Stillwarra
it's schizophrenia. . lol joking. nice one

@stephen et pandora
loved then, keep them coming plz

Lol schizophrenia, God forbid