Bam17:
There was a man named Demon who lived on the Isle of Marasiwa. Legend has it that Demon was born human, but was a god and could return anytime to the clouds. He lived for a hundred years, on the Isle, alone, not until a shipwreck moved people on the shore.
“Who are you people?” Demon asked.
“We won’t hurt you!"
“Why should I trust that you won't?”
They were half as scared as him. Not anyone would see a half-naked man and still stand—
“Seriously, trust us,”
Demon was calm.
The people asked for his name, and he replied, “I AM DEMON!”

Clean writings sha and the pictures are good. I want to put my hands in creative non-fiction and your writing style is the best.

marenx:


Clean writings sha and the pictures are good. I want to put my hands in creative non-fiction and your writing style is the best.

Whoaaa. The best? Gosh, thank you. Thank you so much. This definitely made my day. I can't thank you enough.

“Helga, wait up. Wait up, Helga. Helga…!”

I remember vividly when my sister fled. It was on that night the last straw broke the camel's back. I was heartbroken when she found out that I was sleeping with her husband. It was disheartening, watching her flee. She had screamed her guts out and slammed the door in our faces. I couldn’t run after her, knowing I’d committed a grave crime. Mac, her man, was full of her greed. He wanted both of us and had taken me to bed. Our affairs started years before my sister found out. Five years, if we were counting. I was ashamed and wished I had never done something like that. Oh, why me?

F~I~©~T~I~O~N

Bam17:
“Helga, wait up. Wait up, Helga. Helga…!”

I remember vividly when my sister fled. It was on that night the last straw broke the camel's back. I was heartbroken when she found out that I was sleeping with her husband. It was disheartening, watching her flee. She had screamed her guts out and slammed the door in our faces. I couldn’t run after her, knowing I’d committed a grave crime. Mac, her man, was full of her greed. He wanted both of us and had taken me to bed. Our affairs started years before my sister found out. Five years, if we were counting. I was ashamed and wished I had never done something like that. Oh, why me?

F~I~©~T~I~O~N

This line is the highlight: "She had screamed her guts out and slammed the door in our faces."

....it packs a lot of meanings and pictures.

The use of power words can never be underestimated.

marenx:


This line is the highlight: "She had screamed her guts out and slammed the door in our faces."

....it packs a lot of meanings and pictures.

The use of power words can never be underestimated.

Aww, thank you. I really appreciate Happy Sunday

Hey Bam, where have you been?

silverlinen:
Hey Bam, where have you been?

Oh, you know, everywhere. Aww. Look who checked on me Thought y'all would have forgotten me

Bam17:

Oh, you know, everywhere. Aww. Look who checked on me Thought y'all would have forgotten me

Damnnn
Forgotten ke?
Been giving you loads of messages via Instagram buh you ain't giving replies.
If you on WhatsApp, let's connect.
Cos e be like say now, we go dey pay to meet you on this platform.

silverlinen:

Damnnn
Forgotten ke?
Been giving you loads of messages via Instagram buh you ain't giving replies.
If you on WhatsApp, let's connect.
Cos e be like say now, we go dey pay to meet you on this platform.

Haha. Don't worry, dear. I'll soon be back permanently.

Oh, on IG? I haven't been online there.

MY_IMAGINARY_F®IEND

Everybody would talk about how fancy or rich they were. But I couldn't say anything because of how poor I was. The house we lived in, was nothing to write home about. I envied those who talked about how luxurious theirs were, and worked towards having mine to enjoy the comfort.
Being Cinderella was one thing I imagined most. I dreamt about being swept off my feet, and taken to where my heart wanted, with my Prince Charming smiling down at me.
It was only a dream… yes, it was
I knew it wasn't for me, and it wasn't happening anytime—
"Ella? Ella!"
I snapped out of my thoughts. Mother was calling me, and I hadn't yet begun...
"Mother?"
"Ella…!"
I looked down at the broom. I was still in the same position she had left me. Oh, how she was going to scream.
"Ella!"
"Mother, I'm sweeping. Oh, I'm sweeping now." I began.
The goats in the pen were still yet to be fed. And the chickens? "The chickens!" I yelled and dropped the broom. Dashing out of the room, I found the hens clucking with their young ones moving about. I quickly brought out the feed and sprinkled them on the ground. I added extras in their troughs and went back to sweeping. Then, I began fantasizing about him. My imaginary friend—when mother interrupted again.
"You should take your chores seriously, Ella,"
"Yes, mother," I said.
After-chore was my favourite time. It gave me the time to rest and tend to myself. I was looking in the mirror while brushing my hair. Mother walked in and stared sweetly. She was admiring me, I was sure. I couldn't help but turn and acknowledge her presence.
"You’re so pretty , my dear," she said nicely.
I blushed and looked in the mirror again, this time admiring my looks. Mother drew closer and placed her hands on my shoulders. I could feel the warmth.
"What's with the hairdo?" Mom asked.
"Oh, it's nothing, really," I said.
She didn't want to believe it was nothing. Certainly, something was up. "Oh, do tell,"
I sighed. "Mother, you don't need to worry…"
"Oh, I have to. My daughter's looking all pretty early. Certainly, it must be something."
I laughed. I knew how persuasive Mom was. She wouldn't stop until she had gotten an answer.
"Well, let's just say today is a happy day," I said with all smiles.
I got up from the chair and took my brush—combed my hair on the way.
Franz was already in the living room when I arrived. I placed my hand on his and let him lead me out as Mom watched.
The village square was filled with people: Men, women, children—all going about their businesses. The airy breeze blew, tugging lightly at our hair; the red roses on the sidewalks beckoned to us to pluck them—they all smelled nice, making me do. I plucked out the petals of the one I picked. The flower's fragrance filled my nose as I walked hand in hand with Franz. "Here, Franz," I showed him a petal. "Smell this." I bumped into someone.

To Be Cont'd

Bam17:
MY_IMAGINARY_F®IEND

Everybody would talk about how fancy or rich they were. But I couldn't say anything because of how poor I was. The house we lived in, was nothing to write home about. I envied those who talked about how luxurious theirs were, and worked towards having mine to enjoy the comfort.
Being Cinderella was one thing I imagined most. I dreamt about being swept off my feet, and taken to where my heart wanted, with my Prince Charming smiling down at me.
It was only a dream… yes, it was
I knew it wasn't for me, and it wasn't happening anytime—
"Ella? Ella!"
I snapped out of my thoughts. Mother was calling me, and I hadn't yet begun...
"Mother?"
"Ella…!"
I looked down at the broom. I was still in the same position she had left me. Oh, how she was going to scream.
"Ella!"
"Mother, I'm sweeping. Oh, I'm sweeping now." I began.
The goats in the pen were still yet to be fed. And the chickens? "The chickens!" I yelled and dropped the broom. Dashing out of the room, I found the hens clucking with their young ones moving about. I quickly brought out the feed and sprinkled them on the ground. I added extras in their troughs and went back to sweeping. Then, I began fantasizing about him. My imaginary friend—when mother interrupted again.
"You should take your chores seriously, Ella,"
"Yes, mother," I said.
After-chore was my favourite time. It gave me the time to rest and tend to myself. I was looking in the mirror while brushing my hair. Mother walked in and stared sweetly. She was admiring me, I was sure. I couldn't help but turn and acknowledge her presence.
"You’re so pretty , my dear," she said nicely.
I blushed and looked in the mirror again, this time admiring my looks. Mother drew closer and placed her hands on my shoulders. I could feel the warmth.
"What's with the hairdo?" Mom asked.
"Oh, it's nothing, really," I said.
She didn't want to believe it was nothing. Certainly, something was up. "Oh, do tell,"
I sighed. "Mother, you don't need to worry…"
"Oh, I have to. My daughter's looking all pretty early. Certainly, it must be something."
I laughed. I knew how persuasive Mom was. She wouldn't stop until she had gotten an answer.
"Well, let's just say today is a happy day," I said with all smiles.
I got up from the chair and took my brush—combed my hair on the way.
Franz was already in the living room when I arrived. I placed my hand on his and let him lead me out as Mom watched.
The village square was filled with people: Men, women, children—all going about their businesses. The airy breeze blew, tugging lightly at our hair; the red roses on the sidewalks beckoned to us to pluck them—they all smelled nice, making me do. I plucked out the petals of the one I picked. The flower's fragrance filled my nose as I walked hand in hand with Franz. "Here, Franz," I showed him a petal. "Smell this." I bumped into someone.

To Be Cont'd

"Franz?" He was so real! "H-how are you real?" I couldn't believe someone I cooked up in my mind was. He was standing before me, my imaginary friend—just like how I'd imagined, he had a chiselled nose and an awkward jaw—which I still loved.
"It can't be," I couldn't believe it. "How are you real?" I asked again.
His firm nose twitched. Confused and not knowing what I meant, he looked down at me and behind, as though someone was standing there. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
I was lost. "Know me?"
"It seems like you've seen a ghost," he said.
I chuckled and moved a strand of my hair backwards. I'd seen a ghost, for sure, only that it was cute."I'm El," I stretched out my hand. "Ella." I didn't mind if I was the first to introduce myself.
"Hans," He smiled. "Hans Bouvillon." he accepted the shake.
My heart fluttered inside as our palms met. It felt like we had known each other before. Of course! He was my imaginary friend... turned real

Bam17:
I was only in Jss2 when my parents died. Used to living in a place of comfort, I tried so hard to get back everything I once had, but it wasn't so easy.
"Would you like to work with me, Adim?"
"Yes, Boss."
"Here," I was handed a gun. And that was how it began.
Paid 50 every month; a heavy sum I could never achieve by doing meagre jobs, I was able to gain ground in two years—was only 15—was ready to walk away and be a boss of my own. A better boss than 'he'. I was certain that I could handle the situation.
Being part of a syndicate gave me the confidence I thought I'd never have. My blood boiled every time. Each time I held a gun, I felt an ounce to kill. And it was that spirit that drove me to commit the greatest crime… killing my boss Mtagi… a story of how I'd done it to be written another day.

~A Jess Short

Being part of a syndicate gave me the confidence I thought I'd never have. My blood boiled every time.

Nice wan.

Bam17:


~A Jess Short

Photo Credit: Pinterest

marenx:


Being part of a syndicate gave me the confidence I thought I'd never have. My blood boiled every time.

Nice wan.

Thank you, Sir. I'm glad you're following

S_IM_P_LY S_H_O_R_T

I was in love with a mafia. A man I never thought could hurt a fly. He was pretty sweet and kind, and all other things I could ever wish...
I wanted so much for him to notice me. But it could never be. We were from two different worlds, how sad. If only It could be.

Bam17:
  A woman ran in with a sleeping child. The child was feeling unwell and almost without breath. Her mother's cries filled the room as she pleaded for her child to be saved. "Please... please, Reverend Father, save my child. Save my baby—" Her baby was slowly leaving. The priest looked at her, and down at the child, as he carried her, saying a few words of prayer.
The child gave a sharp cry—and next a woman appeared, unclad, claiming the child. “She's mine!” yelled the unclean spirit.
“She isn't yours!" the priest forbade the child to be hers, and planted a kiss on her tender cheek.
"No!" the demoness cried. “No!”
The priest rebuked her. “You do not belong here, daughter of the seven seas—" the demoness was no more.
The child was free, and the priest handed her to her mother. “She is free—”

~God's wonderful work






**Can continue, but you know, shorts

Are these your works?

Bam17:
I was only in Jss2 when my parents died. Used to living in a place of comfort, I tried so hard to get back everything I once had, but it wasn't so easy.
"Would you like to work with me, Adim?"
"Yes, Boss."
"Here," I was handed a gun. And that was how it began.
Paid 50 every month; a heavy sum I could never achieve by doing meagre jobs, I was able to gain ground in two years—was only 15—was ready to walk away and be a boss of my own. A better boss than 'he'. I was certain that I could handle the situation.
Being part of a syndicate gave me the confidence I thought I'd never have. My blood boiled every time. Each time I held a gun, I felt an ounce to kill. And it was that spirit that drove me to commit the greatest crime… killing my boss Mtagi… a story of how I'd done it to be written another day.

~A Jess Short

Wow! Nicely penned.

GoodIsGod:


Are these your works?

Yes. All are penned thoughts manufactured from boredom.

GoodIsGod:


Wow! Nicely penned.

Thank you I appreciate, really

Bam17:

Yes. All are penned thoughts manufactured from boredom.

Im impressed. Kudos.

Bam17:
Check 2nd page to read UDENE



Yawns. Just random thoughts

Thump—thump—I could hear heavy footsteps and loud snorts; our unwelcome visitor, one I couldn't see. I was getting dizzy from the blood loss, and weary from not having eaten for days, but I tried not to give up, at least not yet.
Struggling to keep swollen, weak eyes open, I made out a faint image walking towards where I laid; one that wasn't my sister's.
Gasping with little strength, I gave in to the voice that kept telling me to surrender.
  If this was a dream, I knew not. All I wanted was to be wide awake again and be free from this horrible nightmare.
  "Where is she?" A husky voice got my hair shaft fully erect.


~Lu*Ci*Ll*E

Jessica, how are you doing?
Longest time... I lost your contact