So You Think You Can Think(4)

Heyyy guys!!!!!!!! I’m guessing by now we all know what SYTYCT is all about. Incase you don’t, its just a way to test your creative prowess. You’ll be given a random part of a story and its up to you to build something amazing around it. You’ll be writing your story in the comments section. This is our fourth episode and this round, we’ve got a writer I admire immensely giving us what we’ll be working with. Pemi or Betty as most of you know her by gave me what I’d call an extremely interesting CONCLUSION. Infact those of you as crazy about creative writing as I am might even go ahead and call it delicious lol!. Without much ado, let’s get to it.

…….Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
It was empty. What? Empty?
Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.

There you have it. Remember its the conclusion so your story has to END with the paragraph given. As always, let’s make thinking a fun process. See you in the comments section. I almost feel like adding goodluck lol!

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43 Responses to So You Think You Can Think(4)

  1. 0latoxic says:

    Ok nah, let’s go dere….

  2. @Qurr says:

    Interesting! I have an idea but the thing stumping me for now is the “unbelievable cynical smile” –> Unbelieving, yet Cynical (believing the worst). I’ll be back. 🙂

  3. thetoolsman says:

    *rubs hands excitedly*

  4. feyiphillips says:

    …….Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
    It was empty. What? Empty?
    Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.
    How did this all happen, she asked herself, this couldn’t get any worse, she threw herself to the bare floor and the thud brought back the memories, she had gone out for lunch with Phil on his insistence that they should have one last time together, she was over him and she knew it, but dinner won’t hurt she thought.
    If only she knew he was bad luck, while at dinner, he touched her in the right places, said the right words and o’boy, she couldn’t resist, they ended up coming to her place, with the thought, just one last time.
    He kissed her in a way she had long forgotten, how could she let that happen, and then the phone rang, a helpless distraction, she reached for it, and yes she had to leave, her mum was in a comma and was at the reddington hospital.
    Sorry I have to roll, family comes first, he nodded and she was out, how could she make such mistakes, she trusted him, what! Trust; after she caught him with his secretary, their maid and even her friend, how could she still trust him.
    On her way back from the hospital to pick some funds, she ran into a parked vehicle cos her memory was blurry, thank goodness it wasn’t bad only to get home and find her trinkets all gone; and even the money she had hopes of coming to pick too, she hastily dialed his number and it was off.
    He was gone, gone for life, taking things that mattered to her!

  5. mrMan says:

    But they said the story shd finish it not end it, some people don’t follow instructions shaa, u js want to feel among *rme*

  6. feyiphillips says:

    I’m so sorry I didn’t read that part, its my first time blogging though, *sad face*.

  7. D.O says:

    the crime world was her abode. its the place she feels safe the most. it was only natural that it was the place where she found love.
    She met Will when he became a new member of her community ‘the takers’, he had been exiled from his last gang ‘the vaines’ because of an operation he’d rather not talk about.
    they knew instantly that they’ll be lovers in this world they’ve chosen for themselves, who said fairy tales don’t happen in the crime world. they fell dangerously in love, making sweet love to the sound of guns on the street and the buzzing sound of the various drug instruments in their luxury garages.
    the don of takers always used both of them in assignments because they work brilliantly together. her flexibility and tact movements coupled with his vast knowledge of firearms meant that she could sneak up on a ghost in a graveyard while he attacked their victim.
    assignments after assignments, they would get so turned on by the success and celebrate by making violent yet passionate love, she liked it rough and who was he not to oblige.
    they realized they could be on their own, create their own troupe, maybe grow babies and teach them the art of glorious vandalism and beautiful violence. so they asked the don for permission, he couldn’t say no a beautiful love story and so he obliged them.
    and so ‘the lovers’ was birthed. they started small making sure not to cross paths with their old gang but not long and their operation grew like their love. they would even give into the lust right there in their victim’s presence and ravage each other.
    then violet fell pregnant and for the first time in her life, she began to hate her world, the only world she ever knew, she thought the feeling was a phase but it wasn’t so she told Will, Will will do anything for his lover and so she promised one last heist after which they would disappear to an island where they could write a perfect ending to their fairy tale.
    the heist was their biggest yet, she was already far along by this time so will offered to do most of the preparation, spending night after night with the external connects that will help this operation, it was during this preparation that he ran into Sam. u see Sam was the reason he was exiled from the vaines. she had played him and taken advantage of his feelings and sabotaged him on an operation. Sam had the eyes of a goddess and the hips of a queen. she could tell you to kill yourself while staring deep in your eyes and you would attempt to stab yourself just before she whispers ‘stop darling’, he had fallen……hard. he’s still in love with sam but he had violet now. he needed sam’s help but he was going to be very careful this time. Sam convinced him, promised him she’d change and it could be them going to that island instead, she reassured him by the way she used her hips to pleasure him that night, by the way he tied him up and gave him the sweetest ride to crime heaven and back, he was sold.
    night after night, they’d make love even more daring than the last time, and he would go home to violet telling her just how close they were to their ‘ever after’
    but violet noticed, noticed the lies in his eyes, the strange scent oh his skin and she followed him, silently like she’s known for and listened to their final plans, she also listened to the moans of passion after all the other people had left and sam was on her lover’s shaft, she had to admit she was good. she was so good she pleasured herself while watching them, then she went home and planned her revenge.
    she would use their carefully thought out plan and carry out the operation herself, she called her old team mates and told them about the emergency operation. they would go a day early to do the heist, then she would come home and cook dinner for her lover and move the escape to the island to the day of will’s operation. she’ll be long gone before he gets back.
    the gods of karma were on her side, the heist couldn’t have gone smoothly enough and she had to admire sam again, the woman was smart, her contribution to the plan was genius. she hid the money with an old team mate and came back home to prepare her lover’s best dish, they had sex that night and she put in all the betrayal and anger, Will said “damn we should get u pregnant more often, u’re a tiger.
    the next day, Will went over the plans with her and she kissed him goodbye. immediately he left, she set out on her own journey to recover the money, but lately everyone was out to screw her over, her old team mate was attempting to escape with the money and shot her on her right arm, but she was smarter and shot his brains out. she made out with the money and remembered she had forgotten her travelling documents in the metal box, she dashed to her house hoping that she isn’t too late for her flight.

    Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
    It was empty. What? Empty?
    Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes

  8. gotta give it to u man, u can think. i’m not gonna even front, i cant think up a quick one like this.

  9. Damon says:

    Today, Pankshin Mountains, Jos
    The next big discovery… that what they called it…

    Set deep within the mountains, far above the bustling city of Jos, was where the level one laboratory was set up by an almost unknown , elite arm of the NSA. Manned by an all female crew of 40 scientists and almost ten times that number of security agents, Lt. Col. Lara Andoh knew everything must work according to plan if this new discovery was to come to fruition.

    “…we will create superhuman, capable of achieving extraordinary physical and mental feats… war animals capable of high level espionage. A new species will emerge and you will be their mother and I, their father”

    Yes! That’s what he said… the President. My egoistical, timid, master who never came out in the open but governed from the dark recesses of Aso Rock. “We, the scientists here, were the last of our species – sterile, old and incapable of producing newborns… and He, the last male of our species, was dying…”

    His blood would be the key to unlocking a new generation of vamplyns. It was a closely guarded secret that like us, Mr. President was no earthling but formed from the unholy conjugation of vampire and willy-willy.
    4:54pm… The Lab
    Now, the plan had utterly gone wrong.

    “i run fast as piercing screams tore the air. Why hadn’t they put Inmate 419 in solitary confinement after the last test on him had caused a severe reaction?

    Inmate419’s immune system had developed a virulent strain of the serum which had infected and killed a few inmates during the night. Now the entire facility had been infected. Humans, Vamplyns, guards and all.

    There’s no time to think… i need to get there fast…

    I run towards my room where I had hidden the only available vial of the antidote, my arms hurting from the deep cut inflicted by my seemingly dumb guard, Lashe, in his bid to coerce me into providing the location of the antidote…

    “He won’t be able to set up the special custom-made inoculator to administer the antidote”

    I ran like the world was going to end. Yes, it would, only if I could get to the antidote on time.

    The facility had been shutdown… The screams were varying in pitch… More and more people, transported into the comity of the dead.
    No one except me could leave this lab alive today… I COULD! and i would convince Lashe to let that happen for the sake of the humanity at least
    4:59: 08pm… living quarters
    I approached my room door with much hope… i would reason with Lashe… He had to let me use the antidote… even if he did not let me, he would have no hiding place with all the surveillance cameras in my room capturing his dastardly act…

    ‘My Master, the President – would surely get him and kill him…
    4:59:21 pm: Lt. Col. Andoh’s room…
    He watched from his hilltop mansion in Aso Rock. he desperately wished she could be faster so he cld give the order to reopen the facility after she had been extracted from there.
    What was Lashe trying to do?
    NO!! He had no permission to do that!!! Lashe was sworn to protect Andoh till death and here he was trying to fix that complicated machine. He will still need her thumbprint anyway to activate the sequence…
    Maybe Andoh sent him to set up…
    But wait..
    he staggers… and falls.. the content of the vial spilling out onto the floor
    and then he realises he might never see his beloved again

    5:00:01pm (Lt. Col. Andoh’s Room)
    …….Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it. It was empty. What? Empty? Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.

    “that sneaky sonofabitch!”… she brings out her notebook and throws it into the fireplace…

  10. Damon says:

    her time had come

  11. nomadizzle says:

    Blood may be thicker than water but the strength of their relationship was swifter than sperm, thicker than placenta. Their voltron has been splendid over the years. From childhood friends to University bffs, Roommates!… Nothing could come in between Omotola and Mercy. Unseparable so I thought until they met twitter.

    As Omotola scrolled through her phone, a mention caught her attention. She let out a wide smile as she read the compliments that had been showered on her by @JimTheWasher. As an ugly girl, these things don’t happen often and such rare praise from a stranger deserves special testimony in church. Her battery was lower than her self esteem but she still had enough time to enlarge his avatar, view his picture, follow him and send a DM that read “Thanks Love”.
    As a typical washerman, Jim capitalized on her obvoius insecurities. He led her on longer than Gadaffi led the people of Libya. Omotola fell in love with Jim and his lies without even meeting him. If you thought love at first sight was absurd, what about love at NO sight?
    The P was set eventually. They went on several secret dates and got to know each other better. Omotola kept the relationship a secret from Mercy as requested by Jim. They were taking things slow, she wasn’t happy though.

    The other side of the coin was the same. Jim had also soaked Mercy inside Jik and brainwashed her the same way. She was also keeping their relationship a secret.
    That faithful day came when they were both in their different lecture halls and a DM arrived on each other’s phones. It read “A metal box containing a diamond ring is on the floor of your room. It wouldn’t be there after 5pm as I would leave you forever knowing you don’t love me. Get it fast!” – Sent From My Blackberry Curve 1 Device Monday July 18, 2011. 4:35pm

    They had barely 30mins to go for the ring. Omotola excused herself from class and started running to the hostel. Who run the world? Girls! Ehen? Lol. As she noticed time wasn’t on her side, she took off her fancy slippers and fled like a horny chicken that was just released from cage. I musto make it utunu. Passers-by watched her Olympic-like performance in respectful wonder. She got to the room at exactly 4:52pm, opened the box and saw nothing. SCAM

    Mercy pretended to be receiving a phone call as she made her way out of class. All of a sudden her own race began *insert soundtrack*…. She let go of the abortion belt surrounding her stomach as it was slowing down her pace by mili seconds. As she made her way to the next turn, she collided with an in-rushing Okada . With a little skill, she was able to brush only the upper part of her right arm on the concrete pavement. She gripped her skin as it began to bleed bad, she continued running…

    Lil Sister: *walks into sitting room* haha can’t believe you are watching Africa Magic…
    Me: Dstv is boring thats why. And the movie is dead…
    Elder Sister: Its a lie, he is enjoying the movie. He has been gisting me what happened since. I just came here…
    Lil Sister: *looks at TV* Oh I’ve seen this film before. Is it not called Twitter Heartbreaker? With Jim Iyke, Omotola Jalade and Mercy Johnson?
    Me: *RME* So you’ve seen it before sef…. mscheeew!

    *****PHCN TAKES THE LIGHT******

    Everyone: Ooooooh!!!!
    Me: WTF now! How did it end? What happened to Mercy? Was there another box that contained a ring?

    Lil Sister: …….Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
    It was empty. What? Empty?
    Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.

  12. This is long. Forgive me.

    They said it would heal her. And she wanted healing. She needed it. After all the long sleepless nights, after the pain, the torture, the voices she couldn’t control. The worst part was that no one understood. No one knew what she was going through. Until she met them.

    It was a chance encounter, but deep within, she believed it was fated. How else could they appear when she needed them the most, when she was already thinking of taking her own life? The pain had become too much. Not physical pain, no, this reached her soul. Her sickness had alienated everyone she loved, and turned her into a shadow of her former self. She had lost weight, lost her confidence and even her superior intelligence. And everyone blamed her. “You just aren’t trying hard enough”, they said. “You need to eat more.” “Are you sure you’re not anoxeric?” “Are you sure it isn’t a boy causing this?” “You need to pray more; it’s because you don’t have a good relationship with God”. No one seemed to understand that it wasn’t her fault, that she stayed awake for weeks on end despite how hard she tried to sleep. No one believed when she told them she wasn’t aware of the hurtful words coming from her mouth. No one thought it was possible for her to try her best at work and still keep getting terrible results. Everyone thought she was lying. Everyone but them.

    She had been in one of her moods again, crouched in the corner of a public bathroom near her apartment, when she looked up and saw them. Five girls, with beautiful, sad, haunting faces. They asked her what was wrong. She told them, and they comforted her. They believed her. They were her friends. They were with her when she was awake in the dead of night, they calmed her down after her episodes, they encouraged her.

    Then one day, they told her they had found a solution. They dug up a metal box from the scrap yard and gave her instructions. “Don’t ever open this box until we tell you to. Keep it under your bed for 15 days. On the 15th day, go to the place where you first met us. Take a knife. There’s a crack in the wall by the toilet. The cure is there in a plastic bag. Swallow the all the pills but the blue one. You’ll need to cut your right arm; don’t be scared – it’s only pain. Cut your upper arm, make sure you can see bone, and crush the blue pill in it. Then go back home to the box under your bed. DO NOT TAKE THE BOX WITH YOU. Open the box, and you’ll know what to do, but do it before 5 o’clock. Trust us. We love you. You have to believe us”.

    And she believed them, because they believed her.

    The 15th day came, and she walked calmly to the public toilet with the knife in her handbag, and her five friends beside her. No one said a word. She found the bag of pills in the crack in the wall. She swallowed all but the blue one. She closed her eyes tightly and made the gash in her arm. “It’s only pain”, she told herself. “It’s only pain, and it will all be over soon”. She said that, even as the tears flowed. But her friends said nothing.

    Then she opened her eyes, and she realized. They weren’t there. They were never there.
    The sickness had taken over. She remembered the ethereal quality of their voices, how the five of them used to talk at once, as with one breath. She remembered how they never seemed to be around when other people were there. She remembered how they never seemed to come and go, it was either they were there or not. She remembered an old friend telling her how drug addicts would hide their drugs in the wall crack in the public toilet.

    And then, she remembered the metal box. Maybe, just maybe that was real. The sickness had taken everything else, but maybe it wouldn’t take her life. She had to try.

    Then she got up, weakly, and made a trail of blood to her apartment as she ran.

    …….Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
    It was empty. What? Empty?
    Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.

  13. @Qurr says:

    “Jessica weds John”. A dream she couldn’t attain because she was married, no, chained to Chuck. Chuck, that disgusting church-rat of a slob – the thought of him had been irritating her the more since she met John. “Fuck Chuck!”, she muttered. She just had to get John by all means. How could one man be so rich, intelligent, sensitive, charming and yet so damn terrific in bed? And he was a southpaw, just like herself, which made some positions more natural and exciting. Every single thing about him left her craving for more. She simply deserved him and she knew it.

    “The best things in life are reserved for you, and why someone else and not you?” Daddy used to tell her. Sigh. “Papa you were right, and I will make you proud, I promise you will smile from the heavens when you see me finally living the good life”. She sighed, missing her father and then smiled at the thought of her and John forever.

    She needed to simply divorce Chuck. John had promised to marry her if she could do that. He wanted no scandal, it would hurt his business. Then once again she remembered Agatha, Chuck’s brilliant and eagle-eyed younger sister. She was staying with them on summer holidays and was not helping matters. The young college girl had already noticed and seen things. Yet she kept silent. The bitch. Why was she silent? Maybe she was waiting for an undeniable slip, knowing how much Chuck loved Jessica and would refuse to believe she was cheating on him. Or rather she knew the evidence might backfire and make the divorce case end since her brother Chuck had been delaying proceedings by refusing to end the marriage. She had to find a way to get rid of Chuck and circumvent this firewall called Agatha. Jessica heaved another sigh. What did Agatha want? Chuck had refused to sign the divorce papers. He didn’t want the marriage to end. She wanted it to end. Agatha probably just wanted her brother to be happy, even if his wife was cheating on him. Chuck could just simplify things and die. Or she could help him. Jessica sighed yet again. That might cause a scandal and John would definitely leave her. There had to be another way.

    Samantha, her long-time best friend bailed her out this time with dope advice. Dried Psilocybin mushrooms – commonly called boomers, used in some spiritual practices – finely ground and introduced in Chuck’s wine did the trick. Psilocybin, which is non-poisonous no matter how much is consumed, contains psilocin which alters the mind-time balance and causes a psychedelic experience spanning only three to eight hours – though the user would be terribly anxious, imagining that a depressing week or more was going by. With someone of Chuck’s body mass, maybe seven to eight hours in real time. Armed with this, Jessica did Chuck, adding some Roofies to make him more at ease and fasten him to the couch. In the most depressing era of his life, Jessica finally convinced Chuck and he called his lawyer and signed the divorce papers.

    Just as the lawyer left, Jessica went into the kitchen to get some coffee. She spun on her left heel and chuckled. And Agatha appeared at the door. Jessica trembled.

    “Did you have to stoop so low?”, Agatha yelled at her.
    “What the hell are you talking about?”, Jessica retorted
    “Every sensible freshman girl knows Rohypnol. It’s the cheapest date rape drug nowadays. And I saw the mushrooms too. I’m definitely reporting to the police.”

    In a rage that had built up for two months, Jessica panicked and lunged at her, with her left hand grabbing a very sharp cleaver hanging in the cutlery hold. Agatha, wild – eyed, pulled a chair between them and Jessica stumbled. The cleaver cut deep into her upper arm and the blood flowed easily. Yelling, she stuck the cleaver in the girl’s throat. The girl crumbled without a sound and her blackberry phone cascaded right beside her.

    That was when Jessica saw the phone beeping at her with a red eye. She looked at the screen, saw the messenger chat history and screamed silently. Agatha had taken pictures of the Rohypnol wraps, the mushrooms and where Jessica was grinding them, and also pictures showing Jessica administering them to Chuck’s wine. And finally of the lawyer’s appearance and departure. She had sent them all to her friend Sarah next door. She had also said if Sarah did not hear from her by 5pm, she should call the police and tell them “everything”, the word duely capitalized. That could only mean Sarah also knew about Jessica’s trysts. She was done for.

    Jessica had to dispose of the rest of the mushrooms. Holding on to her right shoulder with her good hand, she ran past Chuck, half-dead and half-asleep, sprawled on the couch in the living room. She kept running to her bedroom. There was a box under her bed. The rest of her gift from Samantha. If it was never found, she had a little hope to lie her way through everything. She was damn good at that, she thought as her mind spun.

    Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.

    It was empty. What? Empty?

    Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.

    • @Qurr says:

      Note: All the drugs mentioned here are real and they work exactly as described. In fact the entire story is possible, and the only thing I made up was the fact that southpaws have some advantage in… oh if you missed that, too bad.

      P.S. Please don’t ask why I always write about drugs. I don’t do drugs 😀

    • Nono says:

      Firstly, edited. Secondly, I saw that :p(southpaws). Thirdly, serves her right. Lol!

  14. i_Isi says:

    “Passenger no vex, wetin be your name?You resemble person”. This was awkward,the boy thought. So now na conductor dey recognise me. “Abel”,he answered as he got down from the bus. “Ok. you sabi any Fatai?”,the bus conductor continued.
    “I no sabi am o”,Abel said.
    “Oga leave this man make we dey go na. Traffic don serious for road o”,the bus driver bellowed.
    With that and one last look,the conductor shut the door and the bus sped off.

    Life here in Akure was a bliss compared to Lagos. His loving mother had fought against their moving here but the offer of a job as the new cocoa company’s Business Operations manager had won her over. He would do anything for her. After his father’s death when he was young,she had been everything to him and now it was time to start paying her back. It had been a good half-day at the office. Tomorrow being a public holiday,staff were allowed to close early. He looked at the change the conductor gave him-N150. Just enough to grab his afternoon paper. He picked his favourite from the stand, folded it under his arm and headed home. The time was 2:27pm.

    Somewhere on the other side of town, Yemi Ore’s face was awash with bewilderment at the news on page 3 of the afternoon paper.

    This can’t be true! To confirm,he read through it for the umpteenth time,the key parts stuck in his head- “Fatai the Pharoah released today”…”Notorious armed robber”…”Caught 25years ago”…”Release today from Akure Central Prison”…”Tried for armed robbery and the rape of Miss Yemi Ore”…
    Miss Yemi Ore? His mother? 25years ago-it tallied with his age… His loving mother?Raped?And she kept him?Meanwhile the fucker was about to…So I’m the son of…He stormed into her room and reached for the metal box where she kept the pistol.

    I knew we shouldn’t have moved here… I should have told Abel the true story about his father…I thought the bastard was locked away forever-was his release for good behaviour?
    “Ahh”, she exclaimed as she grazed her arm against the gate…adrenaline pumping,she pushed the pain to the back of her mind. She had to see Abel before he saw the headline.

    Running into the sitting room,she caught sight of the note and the newspaper.
    “I love you more than words can ever say. Off to see my father”, Abel’s note said.
    …….Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
    It was empty. What? Empty?
    Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.

  15. Tele says:

    Epimetheus wasn’t really the brightest of lights. All he knew was that one day he’d woken up to a knock at his door and upon answering it beheld the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life! Marrying her, despite his brother’s warning about the cruelty of the gods to whom his apparent new fortune was inevitably linked to, was a natural step.

    “A woman without people or a second name?!” he had exclaimed when Epimetheus first pitched the idea to him, all excited.

    “I think you’re exaggerating big brother”, he replied. “You really can’t compare this woman to all those sorry excuses for womanhood running around! You should see her walk through the marketplace, dear gods! I could have sworn that I saw the blacksmith, Patrotus, drooling as he watched her pass by! I need to seal the deal as soon as possible. I’m afraid someone else will come by and swoop her away!”

    “But be reasonable my brother. A woman who says she doesn’t remember anything before showing up here with nothing but a weird box in hand (which, mind you, she refuses to explain because she doesn’t know anything about its contents but wishes to still keep it close by) doesn’t sound like the right kind of woman for you”

    “Oh Theus, you think too much! Or don’t you want me to be happy?”

    “Ah, there you go calling me by that old name Father used to call me by. It just shows you’re desperate enough to try and do something you know I won’t be supportive of. And of course, I want you to be happy. But this one …hmmm. It’s a bit too fishy for me, I’m sorry.”

    The conversation went on and on for hours but if there was a single thing Epimetheus was good at, it was wearing down resistance in dialogue by simply sticking doggedly to a single point he was fixated upon. Immovable.

    “Okay then. I see you won’t see any reason save for your own. Then just promise me this: watch her until you can trust her”.

    “Of course, big brother! Father didn’t raise any fool as a son. I’ll be careful. Thank you for your support at last!”

    His elder brother knew it was a lost cause but rather than stand firm and lose his brother, he decided to stay close and watch his back. He didn’t trust her to.

    SO the big day came, and went, and they somehow managed to live together on their piece of land, somewhat happily together.

    Until the day the men left for an extended stay at the next town in order to do some trading at their larger marketplace.

    By the third day, she was getting restless- sitting at home all alone didn’t cut it for her.
    It was just morning and she had just finished cleaning up the house when she heard a knock at the front door. Opening it, she was surprised to see the local soothsayer, Premonitus, standing there gasping for breath.

    “A word from the gods to you, I come to bring”, he gasped out. “Today is the day you were created for. Break the seal, open the future: Once for pain, Twice for hope. So commands your father, the king of the gods! But not before the sun goes down, not before Helios stables his horses.” He then made an about-face and shuffled back the way he came.

    “What rubbish!” she exclaimed, shocked at his garbled message. “Who do you think you are, coming to scare me just like that in my marital home?!” she shouted after his retreating back.
    “Mtchewww!” She loudly banged the door, barring it up for good measure. “Crazies”, she muttered, shaking her head.”

    Putting the strange incident out of her head, she then carried on her usual activities. Taking care of a farm single-handedly wasn’t an easy job. She already looked forward to the brothers’ return.

    Somewhere in the afternoon, sitting around, restless and bored she began thinking, what is it at all with this metal box I arrived here with?

    I wonder if I could get it open. She went to pull it out from beneath the bed in the bedroom and sat down, examining the intricate pattern in gold-leaf drawn on it. It seemed to depict a battle between two forces she couldn’t clearly make out. But there on the battlefield, right between the armies, was a miniature of this very same box! With just one difference: it was open and a bright light was pouring out of it, straight into the night sky!

    Oh?! Could this mean that there is something valuable within it?!

    She could barely contain the excitement now! She ran into the kitchen to look for a knife to pry open the lid of the box, one way or the other. Dashing back, knife in hand, she proceeded to work the lid off bit by bit until it was almost open.

    Maybe it’s gold or rubies or diamonds in here! , she thought excitedly. Then taking a deep breath, she pried the cover open…

    As if propelled, a great cloud of Darkness, partly tangible and partly not, burst out of the box with ferocious ease accompanied by a deathly sound of screaming and shrieking!

    She immediately fell back, shielding herself from the substance and noise that screamed louder and louder as it poured out of the box, filling the room and then roiled and boiled out through the window into the sky! The house shuddered from foundation to eaves with the unearthly noise emanating from the box!

    “NOOOOO!!”, she screamed. She couldn’t believe her eyes at what she’d unwittingly set loose. Panicking, but in a fit of daring, she lunged at the lid of the box trying to get to it and maybe seal up its contents once more but was slashed at by the darkness streaming from the box. She barely noticed the pain in her right arm as she clamped down the lid tight, gasping with the effort before flinging it back under the bed for good measure!

    The last bit of the Dark Presence then rapidly seeped out of the room, leaving the whole house deathly silent.

    Weary, she managed to crawl out of the room to the sitting room and sank into one of the chairs. What just happened?! What have I done??!

    Suddenly, she heard a voice she knew only too well calling her name. The brothers were back! She then got up and staggered out of the house only to fall into her husband’s arms as he screamed out her name, alarmed.

    “Pandora! Pandora! What happened? Are you okay?! We just saw a cloud of Blackness above the house from afar! What happened?”

    She then proceeded to tell them what had just happened, trying hard not to break down in tears before her story was done. All the while, her brother-in-law, Prometheus, was quietly watching the scene, leaning against a pillar as if for support.

    “Zeus, I curse you!” he spat out in a whisper as he heard the whole story unfold. It was obviously an elaborate staging of payback set by the gods themselves for him stealing the fire of Olympus.
    As she concluded her tale, she was suddenly reminded of the words Premonitus had spoken to her earlier in the day. And the sun was half-way down the horizon! Frantically, she broke away from her husband’s arms and rushed back into the house as he called out after her. She ignored him.

    Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
    It was empty. What? Empty?
    Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.

  16. Sultana says:

    Sade had never been one to panic.
    Not when her mother died. Not when her uncle, Baba Lekan had sold her to the Hausa merchants in exchange for having his hashish debt cancelled. Not when the merchants had, in turn, presented her, a fourteen year old virgin to Hassan, outlaw, assassin and thief in exchange for safe passage across the border to Chad.
    She wouldn’t panic now.
    Two vials, Hassan had given her. Two vials. One, curare. Paralysis poison straight out of the Amazon jungle. Two, its antidote. Her mission: Get Governor Saliu Dan-Labib to ingest the poison. By any means necessary.
    “I’ll inject him.”
    “How do you get close enough to do that?” Hassan rolled a small pebble between his fingers dexterously. The gesture had fascinated her as a young girl, and now she watched him, wishing she could be as calm.
    “I hear he likes women.”
    “He’s not stupid, Sade. And besides, your hand is not steady enough. He’ll call his bodyguards the moment you stick him.”
    Hassan had a point, her nerves tended to betray her at the wrong moments. “Then I slip it in his drink?”
    “Better. The poison takes fifteen minutes to work. You should be out of there before then.” He stood up, kissed her forehead. “I booked a room in the hotel for you. Abdul will drive you to the party. Go.”
    Despite what Hassan said, the governor wasn’t very smart. He liked orgies, he liked women. He liked her the moment they met.
    Two hours later, he was drunk and still drinking. “Get me a glass of wine!” He yelled at his bodyguard.
    “I’ll get it,” Sade untangled herself from his grip with a smile. Her chance. This was it. She walked to the bar, standing just so. No one saw what she did. The vial broke easily, the poison disappeared in the wine.
    She presented the glass to the governor. “Here.”
    He grinned. “You first?”
    She laughed to cover her fear and confusion. “I’d never be so presumptuous.”
    “No, I insist.” Beneath his smile, she caught a hint of hardness.
    She drank. Only a sip. It’s 4.50 now. If I get to the room soon, I’ll be fine.
    He took the glass from her and gulped it down. “Another!” He held out the glass to her.
    “I need to go upstairs for a bit.”
    “Another!”
    “No!”
    She stepped back and as one of the bodyguards reached for her, she ran. Another grabbed her, his fingernails tearing at her arm. She ran. I have failed you, Hassan. I’m sorry. She could hear them pursuing her. They probably had strong suspicions now. Too late.
    Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
    It was empty. What? Empty?
    Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.

  17. 0latoxic says:

    So I finally got round to writing my own piece *whew*. Here goes…

    She vaulted over a fallen tree trunk, landing with stealth, toes first as the warriors had taught her. She no longer bothered with swatting the branches that now slapped her in the face and across her chest and arms. She welcomed the pain, relished it.

    The silent, urgent words she had read in her father’s eyes spurred her on. Will power and stamina kept her on her feet. The urgency of her purpose lent her speed. The smell of blood in her nostrils heightening her rage. She would save him…

    As she approached the clearing surrounding her hut, she heard swift, heavy footfalls behind her. Her training immediately kicked in and her highly analytic mind processed the available information at speeds her tutor would have been proud of: “Adult Male. Late youth. Military training. Fatigued. Resilient. Heading straight for his mark.” She was being pursued. No surprise there, not after the stunts she had just pulled back at the square. This was no tracker either, a tracker would pause, take in his surroudings, look for a trail, markings, footprints, scents… This one was a runner. He dashed after her.

    The first spent, another training module slid into the slot that was her mind and began spinning. “When pursued, become pursuer. When the quarry, become hunter.” She heard her tutor say in the speakers in her head. She slid to a halt, looked briefly around and scrambled up a tree overhanging the faint, barely used trail.

    As she balanced on the bough, squatting into a crouch, she readied herself. The footsteps approached fast and she ascertained something else. This one was not trying to mask himself, he was loud, obvious, and there was no effort to hide his approach. Using his loud footfalls, she gauged his direction and speed. She turned to face the sounds, not to see the approaching runner- the thick foliage would not permit that- but to ready her ambush.

    Even before he was actually under the tree, she leapt, backward and head-first, towards the clearing, her body forming a clean, beautiful, silent and deadly arc. His momentum brought him underneath her before he saw her. Her outstretched hands fell upon his shoulders, startling him and bringing him to a halt, which suited her purpose just fine. Grabbing unto the straps of his thick, leather breastplate, she used his shoulders as a pivot and swinging her body in, much like the gymnasts back in her time, executing the perfect backflip. With the force of her entire body weight and the momentum she had already gained, still holding unto his straps, she curved her body in and drove her right knee into his mid-section, driving the wind out of him. As he doubled over in pain, naturally, she continued her momentum, her left foot, already stretched out, found footing and she pulled him down over her, taking advantage of his forward-lurch as she fell to her back. Before his weight could crash in on her, she used her right leg, still folded into his gut, to flip him high as she could, over and behind her. She smiled with satisfaction, as he crashed into the brush and hard earth. She could just hear her tutor say what a good job she had done, accompanied by the three excited, short claps that meant he was excited and proud.

    Finding her feet, she approached the vanquished only to pause in confusion as she heard his very familiar grunt, followed by her name, “Ebiere” in an even more familiar voice. One she had heard only seconds ago in her head. She stood back as her tutor, Guntharr struggled to his feet.

    “Don’t… Ebiere, *cough* don’t do it.”

    Her face contorting in anger, “Don’t what? Save him?! You know I can! I must!!”

    “Don’t be a fool. You’ll be killed and what good would it be when you’re both dead?!”

    “I just bested you, didn’t I?!”

    “Aye, you did.” Three short claps “But you’ll be facing a mob out there, babe, a small army. They will have their way. Look what that guard’s spear did to your arm. Now they want you for murder too!” Breathing hard, he found his breath and added “Besides, he asked that you do not”

    “See? HE’s the fool! Those barbarian fools deserve to die and by my hand no less! He was only trying to get us back home! You’ve seen his lab, the experiments, you know what he can do!”

    Pointing at himself emphatically: “I understand, THEY don’t!” he said as he pointed in the general direction of the village. “It took me that long to understand the science of your time. How would they?!”

    “What’s there to understand. It’s so simple. How dare they try to hang him… And for the use of black magic?!” She spat on the ground. “He worked on the machine for sixteen years, transporting objects and animals through time. A human had to go and return for us to prove that our return home was possible. Those people volunteered. They were sent to the same future we came from and he can bring them back! Why wouldn’t they just let him?!” She screamed at him as she finally broke down, the tears flowing down her face freely.

    He had no answers. She remembered the look in her father’s eyes again, remembered the urgency, remembered the proclamation “…he shall hang at sunset.” She glanced down at her watch, the only other reminder of home she still had and said again, “I will save him.”

    Guntharr stepped out of her way as she hobbled past him, then said “He knew you would try. He knew you would come back here for the shotgun. He asked that I meet you here and ask you not to return to the village. Just go home, in the time machine. Forget about the shotgun… he already destroyed it.”

    “Ha!” she scoffed. “That is not possible. I hid it away, a long time ago. He always was too much of a peacemaker. I guess he was always the brains and me the brawns, eh, Guntharr?” She kept walking…

    “He found it. With that metal-detector of his.”

    She paused. She knew that the shotgun in the box under the earth at the foot of her bed was the only way. The only way! Turning around, she searched for the lie in his face and finding none, dashed for the hut.

    …Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
    It was empty. What? Empty?
    Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.

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  19. demi says:

    Olatoxic, on my virgin knees I beg, will u be the father of my children? Will u pour yoir seed into my bosom, bestow on me the honour of carrying your offspring in this chalice?

  20. demi says:

    *peeping from between fingers* its _katemoore_ by the way. 😀

  21. julz says:

    “Mrs. Owusu I will make sure I finish it when…” She assured but Mrs. Owusu had hang up the phone. Her boss didn’t care that she was one of the most underpaid people in the company. She worked her to the bone and beyond. She was finally home. She opened the small wooden gate and walked in. Just when she tried to open the door to the house her phone fell and pieces flew everywhere. “Oh no, no please don’t be broken.” Karen said putting the pieces together. She turn it on but it appeared the screen was broken. She swore as she entered the living room.

    “Hey, why are you home so late?!” Her fathered demanded. He was sitting down with a bottle of whiskey rolling at his feet. “I’m not late. It’s not even five yet” She shrugged. “Your foolish sister has not come home yet either. What the hell do you want me to eat eh?!” He thundered and stood up. Karen was heading for the kitchen when he grabbed her hand. “I’m sure Anita just stayed out to study for her exams.” She said to cover her little sister. “Nonsense!” He screamed and slapped her. Karen held her cheek and staggered. She fought the tears. He went closer to her and hit her even harder on her back. Karen fell down this time. She couldn’t take the pain. Then this time her father kicked her in the stomach yelled “you and your sister should have died in that accident along with your mother!”

    Almost like a miracle the pain disappeared and Karen stood up bleeding in her nose and holding the empty bottle.This had to stop and it had to stop now! “I’m sure God made a mistake. You are the one who should have died!” she screamed. She hit the bottle on the wall and charged at him with the broken head. This caught him by shock and he couldn’t move fast enough to swerve. She stabbed him right in the chest. He gathered enough strength to push her back and she fell right into the other broken pieces with one large piece piercing right through her arm. She cried out in pain and turned to look at her father. He had fallen to his knees. The blood had soaked his shirt. Then she finally fell face flat to the ground. Then Karen started to think. She had to get out of the house but where could she run to? Then she remembered; she and Anita had planned to run away several years ago to an uncompleted house their mother was building before she died. They had both saved some money. She had to grab the money and leave the house before the Police got there or even her father’s drinking mates!

    …….Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
    It was empty. What? Empty?
    Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.

    * my contribution :)*

  22. David says:

    She felt worms crawling out of her skin. There was this strong urge to go and wash her hands. She rushed into the restrooms. She gave a sigh of relief when she saw that they had soap in on the sink. She washed her hands until they were sore. “Mistress, why am I here, cant I do this without letting him touch me? He has infected me”. “Yes you have to let him touch you, let him believe you re game tonight. You can’t finish the job if he doesn’t think you would go home with him”. As she continued to scrub her hands, she thought about all the worms that were crawling on the man who was sharing her table. They were everywhere; some were oozing onto her plate. She knew no one would believe her if she told them what she saw. Just like no one believed her when she told them about what her father did to her. Images flashed through her mind. Her father naked, standing in the doorway to her room… she shudder closed her eyes as she pushed these images away. Even her shrink didn’t believe her when she told him about the worms. That stupid fuck looked at her like she was crazy. But she would show them, show them all just like how she showed her dad. She smiled when she remembered the look on her father’s face as she stabbed his groin. Now she is happy, free, disposed off the shrink, her mother was what she fed her cat with last 2 months. Only person left was the fat teacher who called her a weirdo. Just cos she was not as sickly looking as the other girls in the school didn’t make her a weirdo. They called her fat! No one wanted to be her friend. But she doesn’t need them now. She’s got the Mistress, her only friend. The best part is no one can take her away form her like they took away her baby. She is the only one who can see and hear the Mistress. She was hers alone! Finally! The Mistress has loved her; helped her to lose her weight, now even that wormy teacher couldn’t recognize her. She wish she could tell him she was that same fat girl he use to look down on but the mistress said no. sometimes she didn’t fully understand the Mistress but she has been so good to her she had no choice but to obey her demands. The Mistress gave her a reason to live.
    “Kaila, go back to the restaurant before he thinks you backed out and ruin everything”
    “Ok Mistress”
    She walked backed into the restaurant, sat down and told him she was ready to leave. She couldn’t stand another second sitting so close to him in a public place. He was delighted. He couldn’t believe he had scored this gorgeous girl; she could have been a model! He called the waiter, cleared the check and left a fat tip. He was in a good mood.
    The went out to the parking lot, she checked the time, it was 3:15. She needed to be quick else she wouldn’t make her deadline.
    “Mistress, I have to change the plan. If I stick to the first one, I would not make it in time.”
    “Smart girl, I know what you are thinking. Go ahead”
    He opened the door for her, rushed to his side got in and started the engine. As he eased onto the road, he stole glances at her thighs, her dress was embarrassingly short. As they got closer to his neighborhood, the road became deserted. This was to her advantage. She made her move. She could see the bulge of his manhood as he was fully aroused. She dreaded what she was about to do, there had to be about a thousand worms on that thing. But her goal and the gift the Mistress had promised her after inspired her. She opened his flyer bent down her head and started blowing him whiles he was driving. He was taken be surprise. When they got to the bridge, he was about to burst out. That’s when she bit him. Hard! He lost control of the wheel, and went straight into the bars of the bridge. Prepare d for this, she opened her door and threw herself out before the impact. There was a sharp pain in her right arm but she didn’t even check it. Instead she went and checked if he was gone. Yes the rickety car was a mess, his eyes were bulging out of his fat face and his tongue was sticking out.
    “Good job Kaila, he is dead. You are now free. Now hurry and get home for your reward”
    She rushed home, thinking what her reward was going to be. She realized she was bleeding but she had to get home. She couldn’t spend a minute to stop and attend to it. The Mistress said if she didn’t make it in time, her reward would be gone. But she knew that having finished off the last of her tormentors was reward enough. She got to her apartment…Out of breath; she burst into her
    bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up.
    Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held
    on tightly to the gash higher up on
    her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was
    she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing
    the pain. She stretched out her
    bloody hand to pull out the metal
    box. It was out. She gently opened
    it.
    It was empty. What? Empty? Her lips stretched into an
    unbelieving, cynical smile even as
    tears fell from her eyes.

  23. jemjem says:

    i love this…@nomadizzle u sound like my broda..
    Nono pls whr is ur story?????

  24. odai says:

    so many brilliant stories… but i was wondering what do you do with all these stories surely they can’t all be left behind in the limbo that is the bloc comments section. Might i suggest a voting system where the story with the most votes is chosen and edited into say another excerpt and then another sytyct is done on it… keep up the good work.

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