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MADONNA
There was a lady who was never attractive. Maybe because of her colour, poor background or whatever. She was never the choice of anyone because she was considered ‘a less fortunate one’. Ohhh!!! May be if I had known her by then, I would have even thrown her to the dogs to be licked: Hmmm (He wondered) what a life! But despite all odds against her, she has all it takes to attract a God and kill a devil. … Ladies and gentlemen, (The British High Commissioner to Nigeria – speaking) it is one of the second greatest honour of my life to present to you – (stretching forth his hands to the characte...
Freaks In a Petting Zoo
We were used to being unseen and if we couldn't be unseen, we’d damn sure find a way to right after. That’s why they called us “deterrents.” We were “deterred” from everwww.onedoor.cc having a regular life again, from being anonymous like any other classmate, and omitted from ever not being known as the outcasts, freaks, and the notorious in our school. Our school. A school filled with only superhuman teenagers, hidden from the world, somehow, we became the outcast among the outcasts. They weren't expecting us though, that’s for sure. They weren't expecting to look up while they drunk from their red cups an...
Silence is Deadly
Silence is deadly.Asmund puffed his smoking pipe as he marched through the snowbound forest, his eyes darting to and fro as they scanned the pristine taiga around him. Several men had gone missing in these parts several days ago - a normal facet of life here in the monster-infested Northern Province, but because they were members of the Ecclesiarchy he was ‘volunteered’ to find the clergymen.Or what was left of them at least, as his friends at the tavern had jested.The chirping symphony of birds danced across the frigid winter air as Asmund trekked onwards, mulling over what manner of bea...
The unexpected knocking at the window
Maggie stares at the two plastic bags sitting atop the coffee table through bloodshot eyes narrowed to nothing more than a slit. For more than an hour now, knowing her resistance is weak, her will ready to give, they’ve taunted her with whispered promises of a paradise in which there is no worry or pain.She lets a finger softly stroke the closest, the one filled with her “stuff,” then shifts to the other, tracing the pipe and needles with her long fingernail.We’re here for you, Maggie, they seem to say. Just one last time. Then you’ll be able to quit for sure…Yes…yes. One last time, she think...