Got it boss.

I want to suggest that any1 who wants to rate d stories should rate every story submitted, or the incomplete ratings should not be counted.

[quote author=slap1 post=30723727]Yeah. I'm sorry it ended soon. It's a SHORT story, a kind of tribute to a girl who, I'm sure, saved my life earlier this week.


Was ur sickness that serious? Good to have u back though.

My ratings

Toluene 7 + 1 for being the earliest bird

Thronekid - 6
Stuff46 - 6
Divepen - 7
Kusibe 77- 7
Kizzykeziah - 7(-2 for lateness)
Theorbiters - 6(-2 for lateness)

Third reader. Too short, but then it's a short story....

She lay there overcome by tiredness and pain, sleep a million miles away and promised herself for the hundredth time to kill them a hundred times over if she ever gets out of this alive.

They always leave after having their fun with her and come back to molest her once again before day break. The third night of her unlucky adventure they left her untied thinking she can't make it out of the bed talk less of makin it to the front door
She saw this as an opportunity which a hitherto far away God had thrown her way and seized it with both hands praying to thesame God to see her through.
She rolled off the bed and crawled to the door, opened it a pinch and peeped, no one in sight, the whole house made a tomb look noisy, she crawled to the front door, raising herself on her knees to open it, it took her forever to get to the gate, all the while praying that they wouldn't come back, a nagging question at the back of her mind ''will it be open?''
It Was
She wanted to shout, but bereft of the strength and needing the little she had for the task ahead she said a silent thanx to God

Moment of truth, she held the gate and raised herself from the floor
Pain, oh God pain.
It felt like the Devil, with a thousand of his associates were pricking her flesh with a thousand needles.

She stood, legs spread and gathered her Strength, digging deep for it
then she ran into the dark, panting heavily from the exertion, pain and fear.

I found Her the next morning, as i took my run, passed out by the side of the road, I took her to the hospital, Doctor Ibe is taking care of her.
I will find them doctor, and when i do, they will be the ones torn! But first things firs doc, Can you help my friend?

''Of course Jim, we will help her'' doctor Teller our resident shrink replied.


That was two years ago, now here they are, the hunter hunted, cuffs on their hands, i watched the triumph on Ije's face as she cuffed them.

''Lock them up with those homosexuals we arrested last week, tell the guards to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to whatever happens there, let them have a taste of their own medicine'' i said to the sergent

I took Ije's Hand and we walked away -My Chulita , her back to the house of evil, and the demons confined to where they belong.
IN HER PAST

Sit - crawl - stand - wallk
I remember writing those words down before going over to doctor Teller's office, she waved me to a sit and i began the story..............

Ijeoma traveled from her home in Abame to Onitsha to see Mike a guy she met online -Facebook- they've been chatting for two months now and she felt it was time to visit him, he has been really sweet to her, always asking her if she needs money or anything, Offers which she always politely turned down.

Mike was as sweet as ever on that fateful Friday evening, picking her up from the garage, he took her to an eatry close by, where they had lunch before taking her to his apartment, a three bedroom flat which looked nice but the furnishing looked too spartan for a guy in the real estate business.

A picture on the living room wall piqued her interest, It was a picture of himself and 2 other guys with their hands draped across each others shoulder which she remember seeing on his Facebook wall tagged ''The Rompe Squad'', when she asked what that meant, he gave an evasive reply, calling it a guy thing.
What does that mean? She wondered once again.....

''Here Babe, Desert! Mike announced
It was fruit salad, she remembered telling him how much she loved fruit salad

''You remembered'' she said
''how can i forget he replied shrugging

Few minutes and a half plate of the salad later, she began to feel dizzy, through the haze she thought she saw two men enter the room, with the third - Mike? - sweeping a hand over her face, her last thought before she passed out was of the picture hanging from the wall.........

She woke up on a large bed, aware of the pain on her hands, which were tied to the bed posts, a piece of clothe tied over her mouth, she had no time to think for her eyes getting used to the darkness could make out three pair of eyes staring at her from the foot of the bed and she became aware of another pain, a pain coming from her nether region and fearfully she looked towards her groin and deprived of the ability to scream the dam broke and the river of tears flowed endlessly and she heard the people staring at her holler ''The Rompe Squad''

Lessons learned. Glad Bayo made it, but many will not be that lucky.
#shun.election.violence

Nice one Slap1.

G'morning every1
Divepen Big Thanx.

I vote The writer of the diary of a Jehovah's witness - Chinweblinks.

Get well soon thronekid.
All iz well.
Any work 4 2day?

Good read, Emeka's father is a semi E-diot-sorry for the language- lets hope his new way lasts. Chioma needs a chastity belt, did Chuka tap any current from Nkiru?
I love JW's

Kudos Chinweblinks.

Too many errors in my haste to beat the time. Did i make it?

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Change, change, Change
We need change!
Sang the APC supporters as they marched across the street.

Goodluck to you, Goodluck To me, Goodluck Nigeria. Vote Goodluck for president
The transformation continues!
I turned to check for the source and chuckled to myself, it was from the Radio hanging near the meat suya seller's fireplace.

I observed all this as i stood in front of the viewing center waiting for the 4pm football match between Chelsefc and Aston Villa to commence, it was 3:45pm.

I allowed myself to wander off into the thinking realm, asking myself for the uptenth time if i should vote in the forth coming elections and if i should, whom should i vote?

The Apc aficionados sing for change, maybe they mean it, i am sure they want it as sure as i am that the architects of the change campaign only mean that GOODLUCK EBELE JONATHAN should be changed. If not that, what other change are we expecting? Not much else i believe.

Should i vote Jonathan or Jonathan as many have chosen to tag him.
I do not think he is dat, but he has not lived up to my expectations, though it is very likely that i set the bar too high.

I was jolted out of my musings by aloud ''come on chelsea'' and my thinking took a new turn -
This clamour for change is akin to what football fans always, asking that an underperforming player be substituted.
I believe the player on the field started the game for a reason, he is either better than the alternative or there for tactical reasons.

The substitution-if ti takes place- may work in favour of the team, the incoming player may score the winning goal, or his error when he comes may cause his team to loose the match.

Well, it's time for the soccer game, let us leave the game of politics to the politicians.

Will i march for Bahari or march on with Goodluck? The jury is still out on that.

Apologies to all, especialy my team. My story 4 ystday was ready bt our power holders held d power and my battery dispointed me. Once again i plead ''forgive me''

@Chinweblinkz are you a JW 4 real?

stuff46:


i wanted quoting her not you. My apologies

No need for an apology bro. It's kul.

stuff46:

It's not a competition as you are taking it. It is a kind of class for helping. He does'nt have the final say to the rating that's why he said everone rate and give reasons, then he would be the one to do the mathematics in it.
The topics\question of the day, i think everyone is entitiled to bringing his\her own and we work on them. No need for panel of judge, it's a kind of class that help's each one of us here.
Have a thorouqh read and study the rules and motives of this group and see throuqh the idea's.

I do not see this as a competition at all, though we rep our teams.
I perfectly understand what the thread is all about, the Lady made a suggestion and gave voice to her worry, which many may have bt have nt voiced, i threw in my 2 pence.

Chinweblinkz:
Good morning pen_comrades,
I hope you all had a nice rest?
Something has been bothering me and this is it; don't you think it is wrong for Divepen to be in any group at all?
He is our teacher and the one who handles things here.
It is improper for him to be in any group at all,he should be the Judge and i think he should elect two or three panel of judges that wouldnt partake in the tests here.
By so doing,Group 1 will come out full_full,he is the great pen comrade boosting up thier marks and with his absence the competition will be heavy and thick.
* * *Thanks

Seconded, let a panel of Judges be set up, can't we invite some good writers on NL to judge our work?
I believe they can do a good job and divepen can still be part of the writing.

kizzykeziah:
I am so late here .Wish I wasn't so busy today.


Wish my group members all the best.

What is the deadline?

The shade provided by the mango tree was a welcome respite from the sun which mercilessly belabored our backs while we stood at our duty post, directing traffic and trying to keep the road safe for the civilians!

I was arranging and counting the days proceeds with Sergent Dakpo when i remembered my encounter with one of the many ungrateful road users and a smile appeared at the coners of my mouth.

''why are you smiling sir? Is todays amount tickling your funny bone?'' asked sergent Dakpo

''When you went to get the moi moi for lunch, i encountered a young man, probably on his way back to his corner office after lunch at a fancy place, driving a black golf, i flagged him down and we exchanged greetings.

''Anything for the boys this hot afternoon?'' i asked

''Officer, i go see un wen i pass for evening'' he replied

''abeg oga do something now, dis sun no dey wait'' I countered

restarting the vehicle he replied
''i no get change officer, i go see.........

'' how much you cary'' i asked placing myself on the bonnet of the vehicle, my action drawing the attention of a few passers-by.

'' I get hundred Nai.....

''Bring am, i get change!

A loud laughter greeted my story and sergent Dakpo hollered

''Ungrateful Bastards!!

A finger raised tentatively, Any space 4 a rookie? Abeg i want in. @Slap1 hope u are getting beta?

Get well soon bro.

Am already praying that he will survive.................... Second chance?

Nice1 bro. tailored for the season. #shun.election.violence

Scintillating!! DEDE Omenuko, more ink to ur pen and plenty of paper for ur table. #Respect

Can't stop laffing, kudos

That sand man story makes me wish i was the lady in the story. Roy (O'banon?) u're special!!

I had to log on to MySpace before commenting on Eke40seven's thread so i booked a space.

Blackeard:
lol thank you *bows* what can I say?...I speak IBUPROFANities

word censore man, i actually wrote Do.pe, but u still nailed it with Ibuprofane

Blackbeard and Eke40seven, ur Puns are dope!

Blackeard:
The ophthalmologist was called to testify because he was the only eye witness.