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.

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“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?

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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.

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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

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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