m waiting thanks a lot

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this is serious. so she's the one that kill her mother

Alennsar:
this is serious. so she's the one that kill her mother

yes she is. Had to cut the story...I just don't want it to end .

D

M not understanding

Alennsar:
M not understanding

hehe, patience you will

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It all makes sense to me and I no longer feel anger towards her, only sorry for her. But I also believe in second chances. “It’s never too late to change.” I tell her, forming the words as slowly and monotonously as I can possibly manage.

“Funny thing,” she scoffs. “Your mother said the same thing before I killed her.”

“It wasn’t her fault!” I scream, the walls seem to bellow after me. Every part of my body is breathing, Incandescent light leaking through my pores. I could kill her then, I feel it…I know it. But there is force, holding me; it’s almost soothing and I feel myself relax. “It wasn’t her fault…” I repeat. “If she could have, she would have, and somewhere deep down, you know it.”

The lady blinks rapidly.

There are visions flooding through my head. The bald old man dignifiedly seated, clutching the gold hewn scepter. The crouched figure at his feet. Seven duplicated younger versions of the man surrounding the both of them. Every piece of the puzzle finds its appointed slot in my head. I shake my head in sadness and in pity, “She didn’t summon you. She went pleading on your behalf, you would have been killed; the abyss was the closest call to you keeping your life.”

“No, nothing you say now would make me believe you. Oma betrayed me! We met afterwards. She should have told me something – anything, if what you are saying is true. She would have mentioned it but instead what did she do? She ignored me, she didn’t say a word to me. Nothing!”

“You had it then.” I say to her.

“Had what?”

“The scar that hunts, and the stigma that isolates the roamers. You had the shadow. She knew you were definitely up to no good; she could have had you killed then…but she didn’t.

Her shoulders slump, and I’m certain she has realized the truth. “She knew she was going to die, she knew when and how, but she didn’t do anything. She felt guilty for who you had turned out to be.” The words leave my mouth the exact moment the tears start to fall down her eyes.
I’m sorry she thinks and she raises her eyes to look at me, her face the definition of grief. I’m sorry, she says. Two black balls roll from her hand and falls to the ground in front of her, vapourizing to blue dust and then nothingness.

The balls are called keidda, one of the most dangerous element of the realm. It had been banned usage in the kingdom. I had only heard of them talk about it, this was the first time I saw it.

She turns and leaves my room.

I lie back in bed exhausted. Sleep whisks me away, long and dreamless. I wake up to Dad’s kind old face peering down on me. I can tell he had been crying. He’s holding a piece of paper in his hands. “She’s gone.” He says, “She told me everything. I’m sorry my child.”

I reach out to touch his face and I smile. “You’ve done nothing to be sorry about, Dad.”

“I’m so sorry.” He repeats.

“Would you forgive her?” I ask.

A tear drops from his face, and lands on mine. “She killed your Mother. I don’t see how I ever could.”

“She’s not a bad person.”

“She made me believe you were the cause of your mother’s death…I even sent you away.”

“You came back for me.”

“I locked you up for years!”

“You visited me every day.”

“You have an Angel’s heart, how could you even defend that woman?”

“There are things you don’t understand father.”

Dad laughs, sniffling loudly. “You sound just like your mother.” He reaches to stroke my head. “And you’re growing to be a beautiful young lady, just like she was.”

I smile, thinking, you have no idea how much Dad, no idea.



The End of the Begining.

That was officially my first trial at speculative fiction. Judging by the response I got, it's obvious not many people enjoyed it. That doesn't mean I'd stop writing them though...I believe in Persistence. Shout out to Alennsar (you're the main reason I chose to paste the complete story here on NL). I really hope I'll post more here, but no guarantees. God bless you all.

NL, not for the weak hearted . New Story Loading

weldone dearie now I understand.

Alennsar:
weldone dearie now I understand.

Duplicated, Please scroll down.

Debbietiyan:


yes she is. Had to cut the story...I just don't want it to end .

That's a mistake because it is very interesting.

Royver:


That's a mistake because it is very interesting.

Thank you! You, commenting? I'm in cloud nine right now.

Debbietiyan:
That was officially my first trial at speculative fiction. Judging by the response I got, it's obvious not many people enjoyed it. That doesn't mean I'd stop writing them though...I believe in Persistence. Shout out to Alennsar (you're the main reason I chose to paste the complete story here on NL). I really hope I'll post more here, but no guarantees. God bless you all.

That

was


AWESOME!!!


I've been away from nairaland for so long, will probably disappear again soon, but I must say if I had seen this earlier, we would definitely have connected. Your "imagination" is great, beyond par from many here. Your use of English wonderful, no mistakes or tense errors. And of course, being a huge 'fan' of the supernatural, I enjoyed every bit of your story. You actually made me stop doing my assignment angryface
Nice one. Very nice.

Interestingly, this story relates very well with another I am writing called -The Chainbreaker-. I haven't finished it yet and I havent posted it anywhere but the structure and elements in the story are the same. My fruits are larger, like mangoes, and are poisonous for those who are not chosen to eat it. My protagonist is whisked to the other realm by sheer accident... but you might get to read the rest later. Once again, great story.

Debbietiyan:

Thank you! You, commenting? I'm in cloud nine right now.

Lol

Royver:

That

was


AWESOME!!!


I've been away from nairaland for so long, will probably disappear again soon, but I must say if I had seen this earlier, we would definitely have connected. Your "imagination" is great, beyond par from many here. Your use of English wonderful, no mistakes or tense errors. And of course, being a huge 'fan' of the supernatural, I enjoyed every bit of your story. You actually made me stop doing my assignment angryface
Nice one. Very nice.

Its not too late to connect You're AMAZING! been guzzling down your stories here on NL. This, coming from a 'WHOLE' Royver has definitely made my month.

Royver:
Interestingly, this story relates very well with another I am writing called -The Chainbreaker-. I haven't finished it yet and I havent posted it anywhere but the structure and elements in the story are the same. My fruits are larger, like mangoes, and are poisonous for those who are not chosen to eat it. My protagonist is whisked to the other realm by sheer accident... but you might get to read the rest later. Once again, great story.

Can't wait to read it.

Debbietiyan:


Its not too late to connect You're AMAZING! been guzzling down your stories here on NL. This, coming from a 'WHOLE' Royver has definitely made my month.

If Oga Royver can vouch for your story, then I'm sure I'm gonna like this one. Been long I read anything on NL, but lemme read this one tonight.

JeffreyJamez:


If Oga Royver can vouch for your story, then I'm sure I'm gonna like this one. Been long I read anything on NL, but lemme read this one tonight.

Welcome welcome

Debbietiyan:


Welcome welcome

Wow!!....that was something!!! ..you have a new fan and I am not going anywhere!!!!!


Feed me moreeeeee!.

JeffreyJamez:


Wow!!....that was something!!! ..you have a new fan and I am not going anywhere!!!!!


Feed me moreeeeee!.

*wipes off a tear
Glad you're here. More coming right up.

Debbietiyan:


*wipes off a tear
Glad you're here. More coming right up.

Patiently waiting...

Nice work ma'am, at least Literature-land is getting a little bit interesting again.

cc jagugu88li

yorhmienerd:
Nice work ma'am, at least Literature-land is getting a little bit interesting again.

cc jagugu88li

awn, thanks dear.

Sorry for keeping you guys waiting. I've tried two consecutive times to update my next story. The first time ( the day before yesterday), the post disappeared soon after I updated it and then I couldn't find the 'reply' icon. I assumed the problem had to do with the site, so I chilled and tried hours later. Same problem. I emailed the mod and soon after it was fixed.

Yesterday I tried again. Same o' message(You can't do that now, try again in a few hours) after posting. I googled the phrase and attached Nairaland at the back of it. That was when I found that I had been banned, for a day.

Ban from my own thread kwan

The story does not contain any swear word o, just to clear things up.

I'm going to try again, and if the same thing happens, I promise to post a different story. So, if you all see me lurking around this section but without an updated thread, blame the malfunctioning bot.

A Tale Of One Bucket


She is bent over heaving and panting, presumably stalling. Time, she wonders, it’s been over five minutes, why isn’t anyone intercepting? She gazes around but doesn’t see through the sweat dripping from her brows to her lids. She reaches for her head, and feels the sticky warm substance – blood? But she has no idea where she is bleeding from. The man eating crowd – she can only just hear them now, Insatiable; booing and cheering, for her and her opponent respectively. She turns to stare at her opponent; the mountain-sized being, and wonders how she got into a life and death battle with the caricatural replica of a Grecian gladiator; two feet taller and three hundred pounds heavier than her pinchumic self.

The giant releases another punch, the sound of happy butterflies fluttering about; the ones featured in her favorite childhood program: Teletubbies, is the sound she hears, even before the pain, the pain accompanying falling. Falling hard. Pangs of vibrations ring through her body. She rolls, a useless attempt at moving. Suddenly she feels the deadening weight – incomparable to anything she had ever felt and finally goes numb.

All her life, she had heard and read about the ‘white light.’ Never for once did she imagine that she was going to have a firsthand experience of the visionary luminesce. No one had told her of the voices, the sonorously laden voices, luring and humming one into the glorious arms of liminal submissiveness. It was everything and then nothing.

The smile that started it all.

Debbie stood in front of the square hanging mirror, watching her reflection in the full-length object. She sucked in some air, imagining how better her shape would look, if she added a little here and lost a few there. Tucking in her already flat tummy, she smoothened her boot-cut jeans, swirling a little to see how taut her buttocks looked from behind. Satisfied, she walked across her beige painted room, squatting to pick up carelessly strewn clothes, and straightening to guide her dispersed foot wears to the walled enclose by the left. Getting to the door, she opened her purse, took out her pocket mirror and peered into it; smacking her lips together she hollered, “Mom I’m leaving, what did you say to buy for you from the market earlier?”

“Scream my name again, don’t come her to ask me. Maybe that’s the rubbish they teach you in that your school!” her Mom called back few seconds later.

She rolled her eyes and headed down the narrow passage leading to her Mom’s room. Talking a left turn and turning the door knob. She let herself into the dimly lit room.

“Take,” the shadowed figure perched on the bed gestured, pointing to the one thousand naira note lying on the dresser. “Buy me a bucket when you’re returning from wherever you are headed to.”

“Yeah, okay.” She replied, stuffing the note into the recess of her already filled up purse.

“Yeah, your mate.” her Mother mimed.

“Yes Mother…” she cooed, drawing on the ‘o’. An expression that implied she was doing a mind eye-roll.

“And if you like, sleep there.” her Mother added.

Debbie exhaled exaggeratedly; dragging her feet as she left the room and bouncing off as soon as she was no longer within earshot of her Mother.