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The journey from Umuolu to Umuoku was a tough one for the young children of Echi who he had purposely left. They were lucky enough to hide in a bush when the warriors of Umunsogbu came looking for them and burnt the whole of Umuolu to the ground. If not for a bird that whistled past them, they would have been caught and driven to slavery like the rest of the children.Ofu came back from urinating, moving like a fallen warrior. He squinted his eyes, searching around and looking for any sign that would spark a run but there was none. There was no strange figure looming around or any warrior setting a trap for them. He stretched his hands and sat on the wrapper that was lying on the grass with eyes still watching for any dangerous movements. Still, there were none. A slight cough startled him. It came from Abuo. He moved towards Abuo and covered his mouth as quickly as possible with a cupped palm to prevent him from coughing.“Remove your hands from my mouth,” Abuo said, tr

Trembling like a hen about to be slaughtered, she ran out of the room in fear and in tears. She hated seeing his face if not for the order he had given that all of Wole’s need should be accounted for, she would have not have come. Charles had recruited both her and her younger sister when they were very young. She watched as he raped her, a 16-year old girl. About a week later, her sister was diagnosed with pregnancy. Charles was furious when he found out. He ordered that she should have an abortion. It was in that abortion that she lost her 16-year old sister. She died due to the bad effects the drug

“Mom! Dad! I’m home…” I yell opening up the door to my parents old house. They normally leave a key under the mat by the front door… I arrived at my parents’ house after surprising my Best friend and my ex-boyfriend. As I walk deeper into the house, I hear giggling and some moaning. “Mom! Dad!? Any fucking one!?” I yell again. I hear noises from upstairs, and then a pair of heels walking on the tiles upstairs. “Hello? Can I help you? How did you get into my house” This women half naked but wearing a robe and some leopard print stilettos. She’s a red head not natural at all, you can clearly see its dyed, big boobed, long legs, and youngish maybe mid-thirties.  “Pardon me? Is this not the Anderson Residence?” “why yes it is?” “Then how could this possibly be your hou

*Grace*In early April, the temperatures finally get warm enough to prep the fields. Using the tractor, I till, leaving a clean, firm seed bed I’m proud of. In the west acreage, I work in the eighty pounds of nitrogen per acre the beets will need.The corn and soybeans need a different watering schedule than the beets, and after messing with the timers on the irrigation system for several days, I finally give up and decide I’ll manually run the water for them, rather than risk overwatering.Rob and I are sharing a bathroom now while he finishes retiling, which has been interesting. The two of us have a war of politeness going on, each fighting over who showers last. I think he likes having the bathroom already warm, but I absolutely love saturating myself in the smell of his body wash, and since he usually has to leave for school before I have to do anything, I typically win.

PROLOGUEExorcism Sanctuary Voices heard and no figure seen. Camera sight rolls over the top of the room as it was seen, A Catholic Temple. All windows having pictures of "Holy Saint, Mary" and "The Lad Jesus." Light rays blasting through tiny space pieces of the images reflecting it across the pulpit of the empty Church.  Yells were heard, yells of someone. From a feminine figure and an aggressive masculine figure. "Leave this body!" "The body the Lord has placed his temple, the flesh the Lord purifies for the soul of this young girl, "Gloria Grace O'Noëlle" Sight expands catching more views. The Catholic Father had a cross on his right hand which he triggered towards a girl strapped on leather belts on a foam-metal bed.  Nuns were seen as well present in the room as they had the straps of crosses in between their palms. Their palms in the praying gesture and their heads bowed.