Na wah o! This harrison self, i foresee trouble for Tenry and Ted . Thanks man, really enjoyed that. The Grandwala- is that not the spider back in Gyrus?

ismogimo: Na wah o! This harrison self, i foresee trouble for Tenry and Ted . Thanks man, really enjoyed that. The Grandwala- is that not the spider back in Gyrus?

yea it is

Thanks. I don't even know whether i shld ask for more update or not. But i will wait till you feel like it. Hope soon sha. U ar doin a great work and am enjoying every bit of d story

Another wahala stuffs..
harrison/ted, pls let know more @sammy hoe

mohammad11: Another wahala stuffs..
harrison/ted, pls let know more @sammy hoe

I hope they get out of it soon

Sammy Hoe: Dedicated t
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for his active participation on this thread...

Thanks Mr Hoe for the dedication, really appreciate it

When i look at it, its like Henry's problems magnified many fold since the day he joined gyrus world o

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Sammy Hoe: pls all ghost readers I want you to register your voices on the thread at this juncture, cos your voices have d potency of tincturing up the latent impetus in me to write more but your indifferences has the tendencies of retarding the celerity at which this celebrated thread progresses by engendering gargantuan frustration in the OP, thus influencing negatively the rate at which the story update flows

Wetin I dey tok be say I need your comments

I've been a ghost reader all d while n quietly following. Since u insist I comment, I want to say dat u got an extremely good literature work there. Bt try postin dem faster nw, I keep waiting 4 each successive post in anxiety. Am addicted to it. I beg jst deyt trow d story fast. Cos I dey wit u till d end. Is dat gud enuf or make I still talk?

Abeg no stop the update

hahahaha... laffing@Ted. let's start ploughing?

Uniboy1: hahahaha... laffing@Ted. let's start ploughing?

ploughing?

Redhot111: I've been a ghost reader all d while n quietly following. Since u insist I comment, I want to say dat u got an extremely good literature work there. Bt try postin dem faster nw, I keep waiting 4 each successive post in anxiety. Am addicted to it. I beg jst deyt trow d story fast. Cos I dey wit u till d end. Is dat gud enuf or make I still talk?

detected...2nd ghost reader

Lunch is ready, so go get your plates and spoons o. No food for ghost readers o

story continuation...

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN WHERE IS KENT ROBINS?

The winner of the Halloween Festival grand prize called ‘The Abominable Snowman’ was announced. It was Henry White, for being the person who scared mates the most. He even almost scared them to death—but ironically he would receive some cash for this impressive deed. An award was conferred to the dean also for being the best achiever in the field of medicine in the campus for the year, though the reviving of the supposedly dead person was the only feat he had demonstrated to get such award.
Ted stood standoffish in a corner, wearing a contemptuous look. Ted, who had played the greatest role in the recovery of the ‘almost dying’ souls, had been unrecognized. Not even a single dollar would be remitted to him. Already turning his back towards the front of the hall, exiting, he heard the dean’s voice through the sound system.
“Ladies and gents, I’ve suggested that a new prize should be included in the myriad of awards conferred today and it has been unanimously agreed upon.” Ted halted turning heel, perhaps what was to be announced would do him good. The people wanted to know what the new prize was all about, so they howled and chanted out their willingness.
“The best friend of the season,” the dean announced at last. “It’s my pleasure to present to you Ted Manuel, a part three student of the faculty of Engineering. He was ready to die for his friend Henry, even when Henry was in trouble. The hammer blows Henry should have received Ted received it for him and was rushed down to the school clinic, almost dead. But my medication, applied by a nurse, revived him.”
Ted hurried up the stage very swiftly and received the microphone as the dean had directed him.
“Ted,” asked Professor Wilson, “Can you just briefly tell us the secret that has held your friendship so tight?” If the dean had realized how slack the so-called friendship was at that moment, maybe he would not have asked Ted to tender something. Ted harrumphed, using the time utilized in performing such action to gain audacity. At last he gave a good one:
“Friendship is supposed to be a ship conveying two good people of like purposes and insights, who are heading the same direction and course,” Ted said. “Not two bad people who would end up wanting to make a jetsam out of the other by trying to throw each other down.”
A round of applause and screams followed Ted’s impromptu oration. The dean called Henry out and asked the two friends to demonstrate what they had just professed.
“Quick! Hug yourselves!”
Slowly they clinched, but the natural smiles were not there.
“They can’t even smile at each—” paused the man to smile himself since his incomplete speech had steered up the smiles in them already. “Good, good enough,” commended the man in tandem with the incessant claps and hoots of the viewers.
Ted promptly used the noisy period to pass a message to Henry in whispers. “Henry, forgive me for what I did yesterday.”
“Sure,” whispered Henry back.

Well done sammy, the lunch was rather late though.

Welldone sammy u r really good,bravo!!!! Bt pls update more

seems superglue dey 4 dis thread oh *trying to leave bt was glued down, surrender to stay atlast* well i must commend you for a good job done. Keep it up! Waiting for more pls

Sammy Hoe:
detected...2nd ghost reader

na u tlk am oo

Sammy Hoe:
detected...2nd ghost reader

na u tlk am oo

Finally best friends again thanks to circumstances.. Abeg, who fit die for im friend here, make una no lie, or form Jesus o?

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aytuns: Finally best friends again thanks to circumstances.. Abeg, who fit die for im friend here, make una no lie, or form Jesus o?

who wan die make i die for am...

Happy Sunday

story continuation

Ted was handed his monetary prize and the two toddled away from the stage, hand in hand, receiving incessant snapshots as they walked down the aisle. Susie got to her feet to leave, since the sight of the two was becoming unbearable for her, having betrayed her the day before.
Henry noticed her disposition. He hurried after her. Outside the hall Henry called, “Susie” but she did not respond, neither did she halt to hear what he would say. Henry came directly to her front, obstructing her movement.
“Susie, I’ve come to apologize.” She stared at Henry. “Susie, I’m very sorry for my foolishness. I never meant to embarrass you.”
“You asked Ted to lambast me, innit?”
“I didn’t. I was only hiding in a corner of my room for the fear that you might see me. I saw you when you got to my room; the door wasn’t locked.” “Hide—for what?” Susie expressed shock.
“For the fear that you’ll tear me apart for almost killing you—” said Henry, “on Halloween day. So…I had to hide when I heard your voice in my room.”
“But Ted said a lot about you. What he said was true, isn’t it?”
“What did he say?” asked Henry ignorantly, since he was not aware of the conversation between Ted and Susie when he was away that day.
“I thought you said you were in the room hiding,” Susie said. “You should have heard everything.”
“No. The Kitchen was out of earshot. That was where I hid,” lied Henry, but Susie said, “What sorts of ears yours are? Mine can pick whispers at the range of forty meters away.”
“So—what did he say?” Henry wanted to know.
Susie smiled. She was not going to tell him. She stared lustfully at Henry and said, “I Love you.” Henry reciprocated with the same words. They were almost going to hug themselves when Ted rushed to the spot.
“Hey, guys let’s go take some pictures together,” announced Ted, not remembering that he had yet a score to settle.
“Impossible!” Susie vindictively reacted, “Not with a liar like you.”
On hearing that statement, Ted remembered the unburied hatchet himself and Susie had stumbled over the day before.
“Oh, Susie I’m sorry,” Ted said, “I wasn’t myself yesterday when I was lambasting you—perhaps I was tipsy then.”
Ted speech made no impact.
“I’ll never forgive you,” said Susie vindictively.
“I said I’m sorry,” Ted said in annoyance, though not outwardly expressed. He added, “I never meant what I said those times.”
“You shouldn’t have said what you never meant. It’s of no use begging me now.” Susie was adamant still.
Ted was going to bribe Susie with words.
“Susie you know I’m always ready to die for your lover? Moreover, I was the one who brought about your friendship—try to remember.”
“Indeed you are—but that was a thing of the past,” complained Susie.
Ted was exasperated. He came before Susie and said, “Okay you can slap me if you want.”
Susie was already prepared to give the slap but Henry swiftly butted in.
“No, Susie don’t do that—just forgive the poor boy.”
It was plain that such action taken by Henry was more of personal interest than trying to save Ted. His intention had only been engendered by the fact that Ted was going to keep the slap and give it to him as soon as Susie had departed.
“Alright… I’m forgiving you for Henry’s sake,” Susie announced.
“Thanks,” Ted shook her hand. “Let’s go get snapped now.”

It was Gyrus day again. Everyone was settled as the magistrate walked up the stage to say something as usual. His dressing was of ancient outlook that day, putting on a long robe and a pair of glasses. His face was unusually strong.
“Ladies and gentlemen it’s a usual practice to give promotion to our achievers of the year on a day like this. We shall also relay those who had died over the months too, within this year.” His speech was accompanied with howls of joy. The man’s over-sized goggles needed some adjustments because it was almost falling off his sweaty and slippery face. He wiped his face briskly and pushed the goggle lightly, well over the bridge of his nose.
“We shall also give room for those whose achievements has not been known yet to relay them with strong evidences that they really attained such. Henry and Ted smiled at that. They were on special attires. Professor Kent Robins was the first called upon to get his medal. Then he would help to put on the gadget and display the records of each achiever.
“Professor Kent Robins!” announced the magistrate slowly. “Let’s give him a warm welcome as he steps to the stage.”
Shouts of joy filled the air. They were on their feet to give him a standing ovation.
“He’s been truthful ever since I know him. He’s a friend and a genius who upgraded the Gyrus mirrors such that you can use them to check the nearest or farthest future of the ordinary ones—did many inventions in Gyrus here and also made the great automatic capture machine and this screen. The memory of this camera called the capture machine is far too high, such as never was invented in the world and would never be invented,” said the magistrate as he was expecting the man to present himself.
The magistrate gave doubt a room when he saw no one fleeting forward. He knew that if the man had wanted to come up it wouldn’t have taken him up to a second to achieve that. However, Patrick Rutherford kept on bestowing the accolades on the man in absentia.
“He’s a man of integrity,’ continued the man, “Humble, gentle, meek, kind and always ready to forgive others. Clap, clap—clap your hands as the Power Guard of this kingdom steps forward to unlock the machine.”
No one came out!
“Where’s the Power Guard?” the magistrate asked. Whispers pervaded the air but no answer came. Henry and Ted were feigning surprises too.
“Where is the Power Guard?” asked the Magistrate again. His facial expression was expressing shock. “Control room workers come over,” he commanded. Twelve persons, eight males and four females, swooped to the podium.
“Where’s your master?” asked the man, but they answered by shrugging. “Get me the Ultimate Round Glass,” demanded the man and in haste it was brought before him. The glass was round and had a diameter of almost ten meters, but its lens was about six meters thick. It had a base on which the entire glass was resting. The glass was very light, yet four people had to bear it because of its large size. Pointing his wand to it the magistrate pronounced that the glass should get at work. The globe was displayed on it at first, spinning very slowly in an almost insignificant manner. Many pondered why the globe seemed not moving at all, especially Henry, who kept musing, “But the scientists said that the earth was revolving the sun at a speed of about a hundred and seven thousand kilometers per hour.”
Henry heard a voice towards his left, “Don’t you think it’s time difference causing it?” It was Dolly’s voice. Henry was shocked yet he never got the tacit explanation, but the girl was not ready to expatiate. She was just beaming with smiles. On the globe displaced on the screen came to lime light the map of the US, revealing Arkansas vividly, then Memphis and finally many houses were beginning to display on the screen. The Power Guard’s house came up at last. The man was seen in his parlor sitting before the TV, watching a musician displaying her talent in it. It seemed Henry was the most baffled when he saw what the man was watching on the TV. However, he remained as if unconcerned, but the magistrate was not able to stomach the turnout of things. “What the hell!” he yelled.

Ted was sweating in fright, thinking the man was still alive, meaning that he would begin to seek revenge against himself and Henry, who had attempted to end his life earlier. Seemed no one, or at least just a single person, knew the trick the Professor (Kent Robins) had played. Factually, what the man had done was simple. After dying in the Island of Forgetfulness, the first place he had called at was the Gyrus Planet to spend the first one-fifth of his five-minute extra time before departing to his residence to spend the rest of the time. Since a minute on earth was incredibly an hour and twelve minutes in Gyrus, the man was able to do a lot on all the machines he had invented. He damaged them all and then backdated his life to a time when he was seated watching a music on the TV, such event took place just two months away. The backdated event was what he eventually uploaded into the screen.
“Wonderful!” Is this an optical illusion or something? The Power Guard’s sitting back on earth watching the TV while Gyrus meeting is on.” The magistrate brought his face closer to the screen and screamed, “Professor Kent Robins!” but it seemed the image was too much engrossed in the thing he was watching that he didn’t hear his voice to give a response. Instead, he suddenly burst into laughter as he jerked up to have a quick bop.
The magistrate spoke softly this time, “Professor Kent Robins, here’s Gyrus Magistrate speaking.” No response!
The man’s anger showed on his face as he shouted, “Rebellion! Treason!” but the man on the screen seemed unperturbed just as the image of a person on TV would do when trying to answer a difficult question and the answer was being whispered to it by those out there in the real world.
“This had never happened in this planet—open rebellion!”
The magistrate beckoned on his subordinates and the lieutenants to come forward. Quickly putting heads together they began to whisper various suggestions into one another’s ears, but amazingly, their whisperings were ear-piercing, striking the ears of every one in the planet with great celerity, meaning that the AGC was faulty too.
“He’s damaged the automatic amplifier,” said the magistrate in terror. “Our discussion shouldn’t have sounded out that way—for everyone to hear,” the magistrate said as if the magicians did not know that beforehand, “Betrayal!” In annoyance the man said, “Get set to leave for earth to search him out! Bring him here dead or alive! The last to leave Gyrus shall die!”
Hearing that, everyone was set to leave at breakneck speeds. Nobody wanted to die. Harrison swooshed towards Ted and Henry as every one was fleeing Gyrus. He made to knock them down both but they veered so quick and Harrison unintentionally knocked down someone else—Nick—who had arrived at the nick of time. Nick was Harrison’s only friend. Nick got up to his feet three seconds later, but the planet was already empty. Looking around and seeing no one, fear gripped his body and almost handicapped him. He leaped to get out of Gyrus too but it seemed a great invisible wall stopped him. The momentum with which he leapt was so great that the impact created by the collision was immense and his head got bursted. He bled to death!

interesting

Sammy Hoe:
I hope they get out of it soon

ted and henry are in hell already cos the so called harrison wont spear them. Hope d revenge wont claim innocent lives...

CHAPTER NINETEEN
CRAZY TRICK

Sighing in Ted’s apartment were Henry and Ted. They had just returned from Gyrus.
“So, you made it Henry,” joshed Ted, “I thought Harrison had succeeded in pushing you down in Gyrus,” Ted breath was with difficulty.
“Almost,” replied Henry uneasily. “My speed helped me—two thousand kilometers per picosecond. He knocked down his best friend, Nick.”
Ted was shocked on hearing Henry’s speed. “That was my speed exactly too.” Ted put a hand into the pocket of his trousers and took out a speedometer. “Aouch! It’s hot!” screamed Ted as he carelessly threw it to the floor. “Henry, did you say he knocked Nick down?”
“Yeah,” said Henry. “I saw Nick fall dangerously. I just wish Nick a lucky escape because the fall was dangerous.”
Henry remembered what Ted had said the day before concerning two enemies calling each other friend:
…not two bad people who will end up wanting to make a jetsam out of the other, by trying to throw each other down.
“It fits the relationship between Harrison and Nick,” he concluded in his mind.
Henry said to Ted, “Let’s report this issue to the magistrate in Gyrus,” in a pitiful manner, but Ted took it with utmost seriousness, bulging his eyes and said, “Report what?”
“The event of course—Harrison pushed Nick.”
“Maybe you’ll do that all alone by yourself,” Ted said. “No more life risking. No more busybody.”
“You’re right,” concurred Henry. “We almost lost our lives trying to help Kim. We can be taken aback if Nick himself testifies against us.”
Slumping intentionally onto the sofa like a log of wood Henry said, “Ted, we’ve got no search to make, but we have all the time to waste.”
“Yes,” laughed Ted. “Those searching for the Guard are only searching in vain. They should go look for him in the Island of Forgetfulness.”
“Yeah, we have his wand here with us.” Henry smiled, then his attention was called back to the Island of Forgetfulness Ted had just mentioned. “Ted, since we left the Island we never even spoke once about it.”
“What have we got to say?” Ted replied. “Killing the Power Guard was all I could remember.”
“Myself too,” Henry concurred, “But why?”
“I don’t know—maybe from its name—Forgetfulness.”
It seemed the old sage’s prediction had come to pass, who had told them that the only thing any one that had come to the Island would remember was a murder they had committed (if at all such had committed murder in the Island) else all the person would be saying would be without a single evidence.
Ted spoke out suddenly, “Is the man still alive? We saw him watching the TV.”
Henry laughed at Ted’s afterthought.
“You just spoke as if you’re an illiterate,” said Henry. “He invented the Ultimate Round Glass, so—there’s nothing he can’t do with it. Let me clear your doubt, that musician shown on the TV in there was in a life performance—twenty-fifth of December last year, not today as it seemed when we were watching it in Gyrus. Her name is Kate—Kate White.”
“Your sister?” Ted asked. “You told me that your sister’s name is Kate, isn’t it?”
“Exactly,” Henry said silently, face expressing grudge for his sister in absentia. “In fact my hatred for her was what pushed me into the magic.”
“You don’t mean it!”
“Father and Mother warned us not to indulge in music and magic practices. They promised to disown whoever defaults.”
“But you guys have defaulted already.” Ted was confused. “And I don’t think any of you was disowned.”
“She gave me the courage to join the magic,” Henry said, “because when she went fully into the music career last year. Mum and dad did not disown her as promised when they heard of it. I was psyched up by such happening to join the cult.”
Ted was mute. He asked Henry later for the reason why he hated his sister so much that way, but Henry said, “I don’t know. All I know is this; we grew to hate each other.”
“Hate one another without a cause? It’s terrible!”
Ted’s mood had changed drastically, casting his mind back to his family background. Ted never had a sister to play with. If he had one, he was not going to treat her in the way Henry was treating his presently. Ted remembered the childish dream he had had in Willis Brown’s place when he was six. In the dream he had a nuclear family again. He had a younger sister, who, out of love, promised to follow Ted wherever he was going and Ted himself vowed to take her anywhere too.
When Ted woke from sleep he wept and said, “Tessie was a traitor, she didn’t fulfill her promise,” but Ted childishly accepted part of the blame too when he remembered that himself had failed in fulfilling his promise, having promised that he would take Tessie with him to anywhere. He wished to have such a dream again; this time, he would sure get her out to the real world, no matter what it would cost him. But to Ted’s amazement then the dream never came back to him again till the present moment.
Ted was jolted out of his reverie by the sudden nudge he had just received from Henry’s elbow.
“What are you thinking ’bout?”
“Nothing,” said Ted leering in a lackluster manner at Henry. Then he said in earnest, “Henry, I’m sure one day both of you will come together again in love.”
“Never!” Henry blushed, “Neither in the reality nor in the dream world,” concluded Henry, but Ted looked dejectedly at the floor, remembering the dream again. Ted’s wish was Henry’s poison—what a funny planet to live on…Earth!”
“What if I get married to her?” Ted said suddenly. “I’m sure you’ll not want to hate my wife, Henry.”
“I’ll hate both of you,” Henry voiced out, but he quickly modified his speech before things would get out of hand again. “I’ll not allow that to happen rather, ’cos I can’t just open my eyes to see my friend get married to my enemy.”
“Henry,” Ted said playfully, “You’re just too difficult a genius to handle.”
“Don’t call me genius. You’re one too.”
“No, you are. You sketched the map of the US more perfect than a cartographer.”
“Ted, you—” Henry pointed, “you located the US on a blank paper too. I’m sure no one in history had ever done that. No sniper can target something so well as you’ve done.” They shook hands cordially and Ted said, “Henry, we’re on the verge of making history in Gyrus.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” admitted Henry, then he added, “Ted I’m hungry. Shall we go get something at the café?”
“Why not?” Ted responded greedily, “The speed of travel had rendered me famished.”

“What if I get married to her?” Ted said suddenly. “I’m sure you’ll not want to hate my wife, Henry.”
“I’ll hate both of you

I don't want to comment on dis thread... but I kinda change my mind... well done boss, u r a genius.
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but why did u abandoned d other thread(hope and d island of greatness)

akorlade: “What if I get married to her?” Ted said suddenly. “I’m sure you’ll not want to hate my wife, Henry.”
“I’ll hate both of you