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Booty near Djibouti
Liban’s legs had rubbed raw from being sticky against the pickups bed liner. The owner had made quite a living using this Toyota pickup as a glorified bus. The interior had no air conditioning or radio, but the bed had been lined with the best faux fur that money could buy around Mogadishu. The quality was suspect and the longer Liban sat the more he stuck to it, melded to the “fur”. This was just part of the mission in his mind. The trip was about 1700 miles of driving that had to be spread out over the course of 7 days. Their path meandered through park reserves, desert, grassland, all of it...
Baked in Sugar, Spice, And A Splash Of Villainy
Vivian, more formally known as Lady Treason stepped out on to her front entrance to greet her guests. Her name, Lady Treason had nothing to do with hewww.onedoor.ccr power, the ability to manipulate things, objects, time, people, but rather had everything to do with the fact that her many villainous acts were considered treasonous in several countries.She smiled. But that was just the way she liked it. “Phobus!” She called to her henchman. In a second, he came trudging out of her kitchen. “Yes, Lady Treason.” His head was tucked down submissively, or maybe it was tucked down for fear of her. “Come, Phobus. ...
The Journey of a Lifetime
“Why don't you just read the instruction manual?” Clara insisted. “Perhaps if you won't be too busy with signal hunting, maybe we can find a way to pitch up this tent!” James and Clara had been in a relationship for almost 3 years and the arguments continued to occur over small disagreements.It had been on Clara's 23rd birthday that her loving boyfriend, James, planned to take her out camping for the weekend as he numerously mentioned that she needed to take a holiday. Although, she insisted that she was not in the mood for a holiday, she couldn't resist going camping in the forests. James had...
STINKY WEDDING
‘This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives…’ Benny said this in a low tone as she was cleaning the blood stained card. You can only hope for a better tomorrow. You never can tell what it brings. Your only consolation is that your future is in the hand of the Almighty who controls tomorrow. Benny was still holding the wedding card when Melford stepped out of the toilet attached to their three bedroom flat, on the 4th floor of one of the high rising buildings in Ajayi Estate, Ogba Lagos.‘This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, God.’ She muted the same words again. ...