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Image source: johnknifton.com She felt she was being followed. She glanced back nervously. It was afterall a lonely place. The wind was billowing and the faint scent of autumn was in the air. She clutched her jacket tighter around her body and hurried on. She heard- or thought she heard- a rustling behind her in the brush. She stopped to peer nervously into the brush then she resumed her walk. In the loneliness of the place and the near silence of the night, every sound around her seemed amplified. She was getting fearfull now. She just needed to get out of there as fast as she could and into to the shelter of her home. She quickened her pace with her pulse racing. She heard a twig snapped, the sound loud in her ear. She knew for sure that was being followed. She thought she heard a low rumbling sound from the brush- a low sound with an animal quality to it. She panicked and started to run. Just then, the Werewolf jumped out of the brush and raced after her. She looked ba...

Image source: returnofkings.com He slammed her against the wall. She fell to the ground, gasping. He kicked her in the stomach causing her to howl out in pain. Then he took his fist to her and got in as many punches as he could spare. He broke her arm, knock out some of her teeth. He stepped back from her. She was bleeding freely, gasping, dying. He watched her for awhile, still stewing, then something changed inside- the wheels turned in his head- he fell to his knee remorsefully, a look of sorrow in his eyes, he mutters to her, "I'm sorry!" It wasn't unusual for her to receive such treatment from him from time to time. Everytime the same scene would play out and she'll forgive him, but not today. Today she had had enough. The day had started out fine, then he had grumbled about his missing Rolex. When he had asked her, she hd simply told him she hadn't seen it and therefore couldn't tell him where it was. Then he had grumbled about the breakfast s...

image source: linkedin.com FROM: THE PRESIDENT'S OFFICE, FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF NIGERIA TO: THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER TIME OF TRANSMISSION: 6:45pm (encrypted) DATE OF TRANSMISSION: MARCH 5th, 2014 "Your mission- should you choose to accept it- is to infiltrate the terrorist organization known popularly as Boko Haram and destabilise it from within; you'll become the enemy within and bring it to its knees. You will cease all contact with the state, with your friends, your family; you'll become a new man; you'll assume a new identity- an identity that serves your purpose effectively well. We'll brand you as one of them; an enemy of the state. We'll disavow you. If we see you on sight, we'll shoot you because you are now an enemy. You'll be completely isolated from the resources of the state. If you're ever exposed, we'll deny any knowledge of your existence and personally eliminate you if it ever comes to that. If and when you successful...

image source: ranktribe.com Marina, Lagos Island John Oyeleke pulled to a halt by the curb. He glanced casually at the building under construction. He took in a deep breath then exhaled slowly. He was here for the hunt. He got out a bluetooth device and stucked it to his ear. Then he got out of the BMW and walked to the trunk. He got out a duffel bag, slammed shut the trunk and walked briskly to the buiding. He made his way in and hurried up the stairs to one of the open spaces that fitted his purpose. He got to work quickly occasionally glancing at his watch. He did a few push-ups to prep himself, but also to kill time while he waited for his target, and the call. About five minutes later, he knew his target was within the area. He looked out and saw the governor's motorcade stopping. Then he got the call. The man at the other end- the man he had never met- gave him the go ahead. Oyeleke found the governor through his target scope, aimed for an head shot and went for it...

image source: the13thfloor.tv He pointed his gun at the gloom. He felt himself shudder as he sidestepped the bodies strewn on the floor. He could hear the report of automatic weapons and the screams of cops being mawed to death. A particular scream never quite made it; it began and then was cut off abruptly. He let out a sigh wondering why he was heading that way. He flashed his flashlight and approach as carefully as he could. He knew the creature was right there in the gloom. It loves the night that much he figured. He didn't know what the creature looked like. Well, if I knew that I'll be dead won't I? Nobody's made it back. He approached carefully, trying not to make any sound, which was useless considering he was pointing a light that way anyway. Why was he heading there? He should turn back now and run, run for his life. Get out of there, come on, go, go, go! But he couldn't. He had a job to do; he had sworn an oath to protect the innocent. Yeah? Ho...

image source: Pinterest If I had a penny for every time I felt like punching someone, I'll be a bloody millionaire. I'm just really tired of pesky little things pissing me the hell up. I've had it! I've had it to my neck. It was Friday night- match day. I just had a little goddamn argument with the bitch I called my girlfriend. So, I was pissed, so pissed I was boiling. Don't even know what the fuck it was all about. Then, my fucking cellphone went haywire. The goddamn thing just wouldn't come back on. Fuck it! I dumped it. My day had been really fucked and I was in no mood for shit- not from the bitch, or the fucking Apple trash! I got my jacket and went out for a beer. I figured I'll just fucking drink away the fucking night. On my way to the pub, I was steaming. Boy, I was on a pissed-off roller coaster. I stewed on my displeasure with hands stuck in my jacket pocket. I wasn't really in the frame of mind to be nice or patient with anyone wh...

Image source: playbuzz.com Michael felt himself lift off the bed. At first he felt panic but slowly allowed himself to relax. He rose all the way to the ceiling and just hung there, in mid air! This wasn't the first time this would be happening. Michael had always had a problem planting his feet firmly on the earth. He remembered vividly an incident that occurred when he was a little- about nine or ten. At the time he had been running to school, excited when he had suddenly felt himself levitate off the ground. He had been so frightened afterwards. When he had mentioned it to his mother, she had simply dismissed the idea, laughing. Afterward, he had not had the courage to mention it again to anyone else. The levitation didn't stop. It came now and then. As a teenager, he came up with different weird theories to explain what was happening with him- maybe he was an alien, maybe he was a science experiment, maybe he was a new kind of human specie, maybe he was the next s...

image source: abc7.com They both got out of the car at the same time, slamming shut their doors. Larry Stein was the first to get into the bar. He turned his head to face his partner, Susan Wright. "You got us into a yuppie bar". He commented. "I disagree. Not a yuppie bar". She retorted. "Are you kidding? Look at the crowd", he fired back, "definitely yuppie". Susan Wright sighed. The bar was classy. It had some really great vibe about it. There were several men and women- singles mostly- clustered in it; working men and women mostly in their twenties. "Let's just do our jobs". "Isn't that why we are here, Susie?" "Christ, Stein! I told you not to call me that. Jesus!" "Let's not bicker about it. I hate being around yuppies". They made their way to the barkeep who looked them over. Larry Stein showed his ID. "I'm detective Larry Stein. This is my partner, Susan...

image source: wallpaperstock.net Doing this kind of job, at this level, was pretty tricky, Tom Sawyer thought. He was a lean man in his early forties. He had- once upon a time- been in the army putting bullet holes in people during the war. Something he had thoroughly enjoyed; the kills, the hunt, the rush. When the war came to an end, Sawyer had discovered he didn't have a life, his only life had been in the army; at the war front. It took him about a year to get himself a new gig working for the CIA as a ghost- a contract killer. It was a fantastic job. He still had to put bullet holes in people. Only this time, he had to be discreet about it and not get caught. Put simply, he was a CIA hitman, fair and square, and life was good. He had a fat check, drove the best cars, slept in first rate hotels, traveled the world, bang the best models from New York to Paris to London and just about anywhere the job took him. In reality, Tom Sawyer wasn't working for the Central In...

image source: pixdaus.com I once heard a tale of a great soldier who was faithful and loyal to the cause of his nation. This soldier had served from one regiment to another- ever faithful, ever loyal. So, there came a time, he was promoted to lead a strong regiment in need of a new leader. He took the job with a purpose for the future. He would build a regiment like no other and keep it strong. The years went by and this once strong regiment became a shadow of its former self. His immediate second-in-command had left the regiment earlier on. So many more brave men and women subsequently had a cause to leave. This soldier had always felt he wasn't the type to lead an army, but he had been fantastic as the second-in-command of all the other regiments he was in. Now, this soldier discovered he was blind. Others didn't see it, but he knew it. He had no vision for the army he led. Yes, he had a vision and a purpose for the nation, but not for the army. He couldn't se...

image source: colourbox.com Jack Ross got to the top of the Dover skyscraper in mid-town Manhattan. He felt the breeze ruffle his jet back hair. He thought about what he was about to attempt, he sighed and shuffled to the edge of the building. Then without a second thought, he threw himself off the building, landing on the street below, spread eagled and very, very dead. A woman shrieked as loudly as she could, then a crowd began to form around the body of Ross. The woman, overcomed with emotions, clasped her hand on her mouth. A few amateur photojournalists took several shots of the body sending it straight to social media. The Police and other first responders arrived and set a perimeter around the body. By now, millions of people, the print media and the television networks were already aware of the incident. They- the print and networks- gathered like flies to shit. There was absolute chaos in New York City. Somewhere in the crowd, another Jack Ross watched the whole cha...

She should never have chosen to be alone with him! image source: chronicle.co.zw She should never have chosen to be alone with him! Kemi had been dating Joshua for about two weeks now. Joshua, she thought, was a nice and considerate man she could perhaps plan a future with. They had agree to take things slow, but tonight, alone with him, he tried to force himself on her. At first, she had thought it was only a joke. She had playfully pushed him away, laughing shyly. But he came onto her again till it infuriated her. "God, Joshua! What has come over you?". She inquired breathlessly. "I can't stand it any longer, please, let's make love." He begged of her. "No!". She replied emphatically. "Please". "I said, no! Get away from me". Now, it was his turn to get angry. Without stopping to think about it, he hit her across the face, sending her sprawling on the floor, shocked, dazed! Then, he grab her by the hair ...

source: alamy.com Whenever Tony was angry, he tended to ball up his hands into a fist, drops of spittle tended to come off the edges of his lips and he screamed so hard and so loud you'll think he was being tortured. At fifty, Tony hated just about everyone, and everything. He resented his family, hated his job, his co-workers, but especially his boss for being female. He was a male chauvinist and he was proud of it. Tony was prone to anger. The doctors told him he'll die young if he continued on this part. Tony didn't care. He hated his life anyway. He had been amusing himself with a little porno on his computer when he had been interrupted by that bitch who called herself his boss. As if that wasn't bad enough, the bony thing had handed him a letter; she had fired his ass. Tony hated his job, truth be told but that didn't mean he wanted to lose it- by getting fired not the less. That would have been okay, perhaps, if it had been a dude who fired him. Bu...

image source: theconversation.com It was all in her head! Sandra thought she had heard someone calling her. She looked about her in the nearly empty street, trying to locate where she thought her name could have come from. She shrugged and started on again, walking leisurely and using her smartphone to chat. Then, she stopped again. This time she thought she had really heard her name. She frowned and look about her. Something wasn't right here. She did a 360 turn, searching with her eyes, her lips moving, the words a whisper. A lady hawking bread gawked at her as she walked past. Sandra caught herself, resumed her walk and pretended not to be disturbed. As she got nearly to the end of the street, she noticed a man dressed entirely in black, watching her. The stranger reached into his waistband and brought out a semi-automatic firearm. He pointed the muzzle at her. Sandra froze for about a millisecond then took off on a run, all the while shouting, "Help! He wants to...

Source: economist.com It was thier custom and she really couldn't argue with it nor was she old enough to do that. Immediately she turned thirteen, Amina had been matched into marriage to an Alhaji who was several years her age and who already had many wives. The ceremony had been done lavishly. She remembered the joy in her parent's faces as she was escorted to the house of the Alhaji. Truth be told, it wasn't what she wanted. Like other girls her age, she wanted to be in school and study to become a pilot. She remembered the first time she had seen an airplane as it flew past thier hut and from that moment had begun to dream of flying one. But those dreams were gone now. Her marriage to the Alhaji had effectively put an end to that. She had wished she could go back home, could remain a girl, could play about with friends her age, go to school, perhaps travel the world. But her life was never hers, not while she was with her parent, nor with the Alhaji who had b...

Source: Youtube The abductions had happened all around the world. Prior to the day they came, many sightings had been reported from early in our history, but such reports were not taken seriously until later, and even then we really didn't know much about the world out there. We spent billions and so much resources to make contact with supposed setient beings of other worlds. All those research, all those data didn't prepare us for when they came. All the UFOs, all the studies, the movies made, none of them could have prepared us. We were caught with our pants down- we became victims of a superior race, although our ego would disagree. So, we marshalled our resources, our weapons. Leaders came together, the Central Earth Council was formed with the head of government, simply known as the Earth Supreme. A new world was fostered, a terra nova. We tried, as much as we could, to prepare for another visit. It was all we could do at this time for we still hadn't figured ...

image credit: latimesblog.latimes.com When he had been a boy, Carlo Ramirez had begun to develop is career in crime, from petty shop-lifting to the more heavy stuffs. At sixteen, he had gotten together a gang and robbed the local banks. He had been top on the Police list of criminals to apprehend. When Carlo turned thirty, he had accumulated enough money to last for more than a lifetime. He had never been caught, had never done time. Carlo Ramirez had now become a sprawling fat man in his fifties whose legacy was crime. One of his shrewd financial move was to acquire a huge Hacienda that made money for him; another was the acquisition of a ranch where Carlo had horses trained for races, cattles reared for food. Carlo Ramirez was a prosperous man with his capital coming from his days of crime. But Carlo was a greedy man, he couldn't really leave his life of crime behind. So, it didn't come as a surprise when one evening, he heard a rumor about tons of gold being moved...

image credit: ab7772.deviantart.com It was a dark, dark night. The rain drizzled endlessly. The wind was a raging storm that humbled trees in its fury. Amidst the rain and the wind, a lightning and gliding on the wings of the lightning, a vehicle, an otherworldly vehicle so huge it couldn't be missed, with lights blinking like a million giant stars on its sides. Then there were noises, noises of men, women and children crying, shouting, running about; the honks and crashes of man-made vehicles. People on the streets, on their knees, praying for mercy, for salvation, for a messiah to come. The otherworldly vehicle landed, crushing buildings and infrastructures, accompanied by an earthquake, an earthquake that had never been experienced in the city. Beings of another world, of another existence , came out with weapons that were both deadly and scary looking. They wore helmets, the beings, they did. They were about seven feet in height, agile and athletic and very, very fast....

image source: 123rf.com Alan Rothschild had a job to do in Washington of the DC. Yeah, that Washington, the famous Washington. Not the other one with Seattle nestled in it. Anyway, Alan felt this particular job wasn't all that bad. Sure, he'll get arrested. Hell, he'll probably die on the spot, but what does it matter? A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, especially when family is involved. Alan Rothschild, not his name actually, was doing a moderate sixty decelerating to fifty has he approached Pennsylvania Avenue. He whistled a Stevie Wonder song. He wasn't a Stevie Wonder fan though. Alan Made-up-Name, he cracked at that one. Did him some good too. Got his nerves down to little below uncomfortable. Anyway, Alan Made-up-Name was thinking what dumb fucks the Americans are. Here he is driving dangerously close to the White House with a rocket launcher in his trunk and whistling good old Stevie Wonder, unchallenged . Oh well, Alan what's-his-nam...

The way I heard it, Pierro del Costa was the baddest and meanest gangster in Sicily. He had made his money running weapons to the local Mafias, crime lords and just about every one of the underworld folks you could think of. del Costa was a bad man. Many said he'll die the way he lived; by the gun, but no one knew when, or in what shape death would come. del Costa was untouchable though. Rumor had it, he'd got just about every cop, politician and power-brokers in Sicily in his pocket. Aside from his booming weapons bussiness, Pierro del Costa dealt in drugs, getting his supply from Colombia. The night del Costa died, he had been with a woman; a red-head with a tight ass and perky boobs. He's guides had watch her with interest as she was escorted to his private room. Now, Pierro del Costa was a serial womaniser and a closet alcoholic. The night he died he had been riding the red-head hard, feeling like his head was going to explode. The guides head her scream all the ...

image credit: lehighvalleywithlove.com 1 "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" they say. They are not totally off the mark. I should know, I am a woman scorned. I have loved and lost, been treated like trash, kicked about and humiliated. I was crying my heart out on the church floor with mascara running down my makeup ruined face. My eyes were bloodshot and swollen from all the crying. I was in deep agony. My perfectly white gown was in tatters and dirty. I was left alone, alone on the church floor. I look up to the altar, to Jesus. I pleaded with Him but no sympathy came from the cross, no peace filled my heart, no love was ministered to me. I was alone, lost and dejected. Tunji did this to me. He abandoned me on the altar. They all abandoned me on the altar! I felt sure I was totally alone and abandoned. My life was in ruins. I was finished. I had nothing to lose now. So, again I looked up to the Savior, who the good book said died for my sins. I looked up to ...

image credit: John Morales All he had to do was go along with the ploy, no biggie, but Alhassan Jinadu wasn't sure he could just stand by and watch the bastards sack a whole community. He had been given the assignment a little over six months ago. Infiltrate the terrorists group, Boko Haram, ingratiate himself, eat with them, drink with them, go prancing about Sambisa forest with them. Easy as pie! His assignment, essentially, was to become part of them. No further information as to what he was to do. He naturally assumed part of the job was to gather Intel, and off Shekau when given the chance, perhaps? Anyway, he had done that. He had help kidnapped certain school girls, mount an attack on the Nigerian army and so on and so on. Now, Alhassan Jinadu wasn't sure what he was supposed to do here. He hadn't been contacted by the secret government agency he worked for. The idea of gunning down innocent civvies just didn't compute with him. He knew he'll be m...