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I came through the door. There she was, lying on the ground, blood pooled around her midsection. I could see a kitchen knife next to her. I couldn't tell if she had used it to gut herself or it had been left behind by her killer. I took a step forward, tentatively. My feet were heavy, my breathing was coming out in gasps. I was more frightened than I could ever remember. I finally made it to her. Her face was still beautiful, even in death. Her hair were spread about her head, giving off an illusion of sleep. Her hand were spread a slight degree above her shoulder angle. The blood pooled from her stomach, coloring her white shirt. She had been dead awhile, I could tell. I don't know how I knew that, but I knew.  The house was empty, quiet and dark. A ceiling fan, from somewhere in the other room, was making a small, noisy racket as it spinned around. Aside that, the house was quiet and still. The sound from the fan only added to the ominous stillness of the place. I found mysel...

  Danny had been standing on the podium, delivering a keynote address, in front of thousands of people gathered, with TV cameras live streaming, when he suddenly stiffened, looked up at the audience with a gleeful look and uttered the now famous lines, "He's here. Jesus is here," then poof, he was gone. Just like that. Disappeared. Vanished. Teleported away. Spirited. Gone. That the venue was thrown into pandemonium would be an understatement. Of course, Danny wasn't the only one to vanish in the twinkling of an eye. Hundreds out of the thousands of people present were also "taken". That's the term the news media has been using, "taken". According to them - the news media - there's been some kind of alien abduction; Aliens have abducted half of the world's population using some kind of advanced nanotech, something to do with quantum physics. Of course, scientists have been brainstorming the whole thing, and governments have assembled a ...

It took her a moment, but eventually, the fog cleared. She stood there, stupefied and unable to move. Her mind felt numb. Her mouth was hanging open, although she wasn't aware of it. Her face was twisted in fear, panic and disbelief. Slowly, the noises started to return. She heard the screams and the shouts of fleeing youths, of running feet, of body bumping into one another.  She heard the report of rifle blasts, of the crack, crack of gunshots. With the sound, came the sights. Her brain finally getting the information through to her. She saw faces masked with fear, panic and disbelief. She saw the protesters as they ran for dear life. All around her, they were running. Some stumbled and fell. Some were fell with the impacts of a bullets piecing through their tender flesh.  There was pandemonium. She finally got a hold of herself. Someone jostled her, another one spun her. She found herself now facing towards the soldiers. She saw him in his khaki, in all of his full glory....

She was finally coming around. Tunji felt his heart flutter, skip, jump and somersaulted - all at the same time. The call had come in an hour ago; "Tunji I'm coming over to see you. "Her voice had sounded like that of an angel just awake from slumber.  He became a nervous wreck, trying to rearrange his room, searching for misplaced dirt, worrying. He had never had a girl come over before. Never!  Not with having old soldier for a father. But with old soldier out of town and not expected back till the next month, this was a good time to have Kemi over. They had talked about it, playfully - shyly on his part. He had never expected the day to come, but here he was, in his room, trying to figure out what to do about that air conditioning that just wouldn't work right. He sighed and looked at his watch. She was due to arrive at a moment's notice. He was home alone. With old soldier out of town, his siblings did as they liked and his mother was out doing whatever it was...

The stench of death and decay was overpowering as he staggered across the street. There were dead bodies everywhere; some with the skin of their faces stretched in a strange grin of death; eyes sunken, cheeks drawn and hollow, mouths parted in a silent scream.  Dayo waded his way around the bodies, stopping now and then to peer at some of them, searching for valuables, or food, perhaps. He hadn't eaten in days. He was gaunt, weak, tattered and starved.  He felt around a body - he was long used to the stench and decay - and found a few Naira notes. No use for those. He tossed them away and staggered on, in search of reprieve. He knew he was dying, only a matter of days, if the starvation didn't send him on his way, the animals will, eventually. They were all raving mad! The virus did strange things to strange biological life forms. For 90% of mammals - humans inclusive - it was straight death after going through violent fits that lasted for only seconds. No hope. Once you got i...

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"Hey Roger, how's Nancy? I don't see her around anymore." Daniel Esposito said, coming over to Roger. "Bitch left me for some fucking rich guy. " Roger shot back. " What do you mean? You are a fucking rich guy. "  Esposito frowned quizzically. " She left me for richer asshole. He's got a yacht. I ain't got no yacht. " " You dumbass. You can afford a fucking yacht. Why didn't you buy one? I told your fucking ass to fucking buy one, you nitwit." Esposito said and sat his lean butt down across from him. Roger rolled his eyes, shrugged and said, " whatever man. I met this hot Colombian chick. Got some really nice headlights and a face to die for." "Oh yeah? What she do?" "She fucking models, I think." Roger robbed his bald head. He was a pit bull of a man, huge, jowly, a little slow, but mean when it involves money. "Headlights uh?" "Yeah. Big ass boobs too....

She woke up groaning, her head throbbing, splinters of pain shooting through, like shafts of light breaking into a dark space. She clutched her head in her hands while she slowly rolled herself to a sitting position. She could smell the foliage and hear the gentle lap of the wave admist the rolling pain in her head. She laid back on the soft, wet sand, her eyes closed, the waves caressing her bare feet, letting the sharp pains in her head subside. She couldn't quite make out where she was, but she could remember how she got there. And the memory was not a pleasant one, or one she wanted desperately to remember. She refocused her mind to where she was presently. She listened to the forest behind her, gathering her thought, trying not to think of what laid ahead. For now, she was content to just lie there and pretends she was at the beach and everything was alright with the world. She had no idea how everyone fared, or whether any other survived the shipwreck, but the pos...

Source: Shutterstock Sesan stood under the blistering sun, cursing under his breath as he shielded his eyes to peer at the horizon. Presently, a Honda civic appeared, speeding, raising dust in its wake. It grounded to a halt besides Sesan. He could feel the heat radiating from the car. The car door felt hot as he pull it to get in. Immediately, the blast of the AC changed his mood considerably. He quickly felt better, hampered only by the insanely loud music coming from the stereo. The man beside him threw the gear in reverse and started to turn from North-East to South-West. The two said nothing. Not that conversation was possible with the loud music, or even necessary. The two men had no need to for that. They knew exactly why each man was in the car, it was all in the instruction. Presently, the car came into town- into the location- Sesan got out without a word to the driver, who pulled away just as well. He scanned the town and saw it was exactly as described in the inst...

"Bad, bad hombre. You've been such a bad, bad hombre Nigel. Do you hear me Nigel?" Miguel asked the dying man has he levelled the weapon- his trusty Browning .45- pointed at the man's glistening scalp. Nigel- the dying man- moaned in pain. His mouth was foaming and blood was dripping from a large cut that traced from the side of his head to his neck. He was hanging, suspended by chains wound around his ankles and another set of chains around his wrists. His left eye was badly swollen where he had taken a beating. Miguel made a tick, tick sound with his tongue and teeth. He was shaking his head from side to side like a father regretful of his child's actions. He was smartly dressed in a white tuxedo, black shirt, black tie, black glistening shoes. He had long silver hair that reached to the middle of his back. He looked to be in his mid-forties. When he talked, he had a strange mix of Italian, Jewish and Spanish accents. He wore a rather large, gangsta s...

He watched her descend the stairs. His breath caught as he gazed at her alluring figure, the arresting quality about her. She wore a red, flaming dress that reached beyond her ankles, hiding her feet and sweeping the stairs. On his part, Tony wore a tux and he thought he looked rather dandy. But he was of course nothing compared to her. He reached out his hand and pulled her to himself. He felt her breath caught and her body shudder involuntarily. It took all of his willpower not to carry her back up, into her room and make holy love to her. That would come, soon, just a little patience, he told himself. Tony hadn't quite met a woman as beautiful and as alluring as Cynthia. He felt he was taking this one home to mama. He was almost sure of it. He casually glanced at her sitting still beside him in the BMW. He felt some pride at his having her with him. She had chosen him, it swelled his pride. He wasn't aware that he was now grinning from ear to ear. In another couple...

The bus crept slowly ahead in the maddening traffic as hunger crept lazily into my stomach like a snake slittering through the grass, flushing away the worries of Amaka from my mind. My stomach churned incessantly like a whirlpool seeking a bottomless pit. I felt the stings and the daggers of hunger has it waged wars within the canals of my stomach. I stifled a yawn, but a groan escaped nonetheless, and a little belch to signal the beast would no longer be still. My belly grumbled and did a little dance to urge me closer to the refuge of mama put.  But I will not have it! The thought of Amaka's betrayal occupied my mind once more as the bus lurched and sidled this way and that way like a drunken old man. I gripped my knee tightly and pressed my lips together in anguish. I blinked back a tear. Men don't cry!  Yet, I was hurting inside.  The betrayal stung like the needle that pierced the fingers of Aurora. I fought the urge to rent my heart ou...