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Meal Time
Note: Lacking time thiwww.onedoor.ccs week I'm using an older story I submitted a while back.Stewie and Nubert sat at the table drinking and eating as they are reminiscing about the old times. The one-time Stewie was almost cooked by a group of orcs but rescued by a group of adventures. Nubert remembered the time a tribe of kobolds made him king. It flattered him to be given the title until he found out he was to be sacrificed. Just like Stewie, he was rescued, and it was by James, the great adventurer, who nabbed him from his fate. “He is the greatest man to ever live,” said Nubert in complete awe. “I wis...
The Pacification of a Helpless Activist
“I heard that Odili postgraduate hall has been rejuvenated, and there is no more influx of undergraduate students.” Ken tells me.“If so, I will consider living there throughout my postgraduate programme.” I respond.What he tells me actually is true: the nuisance from the undergraduate male students in Eni and Alvan halls has ended. Eni and Alvan, adjacent to each other, are the two complexes used as undergraduate male hostels in the university. When I was an undergraduate, students living in Eni and Alvan often came to Odili, the only postgraduate hostel in the university, directly opposite En...
Deal
It seems almost cruel that today will be the day that the bargain expires. It feels like a dark joke that hits too close to be funny. Perhaps the spirit, or demon, wanted it to be this way. Maybe making our last day the longest of the year was part of the fun, the game. We know it satisfies him to see us cling to life today, but we do it anyway. We wake up at sunrise knowing it’ll be our last one, perch ourselves on the balconies railing. We grip hands as that disc of life slides into the air, dowsing everything in its path with glittering beauty. The flowers sing with rejuvenation, the sea gr...
Eternal
It was beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful.For a moment, the middle-aged woman lost all sense of reality. Her backyard looked utterly surreal as it glistened in the glorious morning sunshine. She bet that not even a princess’s view from her castle balcony could compare to the sight before her. A thrill of pleasure skipped through her veins and she silently uttered words of gratitude for this small blessing.Her gaze wandered until they were at last transfixed on a particularly alluring aspect of the quiet backyard; the rose bush. It was a sight which never failed to make her morning. The deep b...