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The Blood Oath Of Instagram

The Digital Silhouette "Is your name truly Yetunde ?" Sabastine typed in the chat box in Instagram. He had been chatting with this girl who had the shape of Beyonce and the face of Angelina Jolie for quite some months now, and this is the first time he is asking her to reveal her real name. He smacked his head with a sigh. Dating has been boring lately and the stress of wooing a new girl is very annoying to him—or he just knew it is a general thing with men these days. "No!" she replied with a laugh emoji. "I don't even know such words exist." "Thanks The Two Gods , I nearly bit my tongue trying to even pronounce it." She had replied with another laugh emoji and he hit his with a smiling emoji. "So what is your real name?" he asked her, waiting patiently for her reply. "My real name comes with a price," was her reply. "Hmm... what price?" "You haven't seen my real face, and yet you're asking for my...

The Curse Of The Red Eye

The Curse of the Red Eye He doesn't know the origin of his curse. He had asked his mum while growing up, but she hadn't given him a good answer. Everyone who looks at him says he looks different from other humans, and yet he is human—or so he thought—but his mom wouldn't say anything about his origin. It started one morning as he walked to school. He was just ten years old when the curse took effect. As a kid, he was skinny with red eyes that no one could hold eye contact with for more than a few seconds. That day, as he walked, he felt the weather changing. It was sunny when he left home, but after a few blocks, the sky grew darker and the wind picked up. He saw people hurrying toward their homes and others closing shutters, but he trudged on, not wanting to be late. Soon he could no longer bear the wind as it began peppering him with small pebbles of stone. A man hurrying home at the corner called out, "Hey kid, come over here before it rains!" "I don...

The Wealth of Her Tears

The Unexpected Return "What do you want?" That was the question Tyla asked him as he knocked on her door that morning. He had doubted himself for coming, but he couldn’t fathom a life without her. It had been a hard time for him these past two years; every day he had missed her, and the thought of not seeing her was driving him crazy. But then, he’d had no choice—it was either fulfill his two years of service, or lose her completely. "I’m sorry," he said with such sincerity that she took a step back. Then, he saw her eyes harden. "Sorry!" she exclaimed. "After what you did to me? How dare you!" "It wasn't my intention to hurt you. I was half-dead not seeing you for the past two years." "Don’t go sentimental bullshit on me," she fumed. He was glad she was even talking to him; it showed she still felt something. "Please give me a second chance," he pleaded, dropping to his knees. "Please leave me alone! You ...

Ten Grand and a Slap

The Morning After a Long Night Nelly wasn’t having a good time that night as he sat on his couch, cursing the day he first tasted alcohol. He and his buddies had stolen old man Lima’s drink as he passed out from his daily routine of drinking and vomiting. He was just a kid then; it had been a dare, and in those days, kids tended to do things. According to his friend Paul, they should have a taste so when they grew up, they could boast they had such adventures as kids. He was plastered that night; he had heard that to kill a hangover, you need more alcohol, and so he was still drinking even after he and his buddies had left the bar. It was late; as a bachelor, he was glad he lived alone. An Unexpected Visitor Nelly is forty, handsome, and has a chin that looks like it was sculpted by a professional. He had a thin wisp of a beard that he liked touching; even though he is no fan of beards, he kept it so he wouldn’t look like he was still a teen. He has a small stature and no one wou...

Marked By The Spirit: The Binding Ring

The Warning "Stop looking at me if you know what is good for you." That was the word the young beautiful woman said to Benneth. He had seen her standing in front of the McDonald's parking lot, and he couldn't help admiring her beauty. She's tall, about seven feet, has a thin jaw line and eyes that sparkle dark ember. She has dark hair that reaches her shoulder and she was wearing navy blue pants with a yellow top and a word written in the front: "DON'T LOOK, KEEP WALKING." A Persistent Smile "How can I see a beauty like you and move away?" he asked as he gave her his best smile. He has been told his smile could melt a heart, but seeing her frown, he knew it had no effect on her. "This is your last warning," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I will take whatever punishment you can give me if I can have your number," he grinned at her. "I'm not interested," she said. "What can I do to...

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