A wrong Way to Die

“Reed was having an affair with my ex-wife. Considering the fact that the divorce was barely a week; I tried to tell her it was too early and might be traumatizing for our kids.”.

“Sharon wouldn’t listen. Not that I blame her; she was in love. Next thing I knew, her body was found in his apartment; and a few days later, Reed took his life. Its an intricately wound mystery I’ve been trying to un-ravel on my own”.

“As if the drama wasn’t traumatizing enough, the Police department showed up at my doorstep. And here I am.”

“Naveena; I didn’t murder Sharon. I still loved her; things just didn’t work out the way it should. I have nothing against Reed too, and I most certainly didn’t kill him.”

Naveena decided to goad him on. She knew he was lying but for some very strange reason, she didn’t want to use the inquisitor on him. What they needed was a confession so he could be charged to court. She had a feeling he was so good at lying that he would pass the inquisitor’s test.

Strangely, she couldn’t help believing some parts of his story…

Meanwhile, the Police had gotten stumped in their investigation. The autopsies run on both bodies had revealed nothing…zilch…zero!

Garret was beginning to have a very uneasy feeling about the prisoner. He had doubled checkups on his background….and in all of Monrovia, the name Paul Jarvis did not exist….

They were back to the drawing board…and it seemed Paul was enjoying every bit of it…

*the story isn’t over yet; so stay tuned*

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A Wrong Way to Die

I’m soooo excited posting this story! Feels like I’ve bin away for like forever. I didn’t really put much thought into this particular one; but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyways.

Feel free to drop a comment or two; criticise or analyse! Yeap, I’m giving u my darling readers that license.

Without wasting any more writing space; its here!

A Wrong Way To Die.

Naveena smiled at the closing door. The definition of sexy, she looked at ease in her leather body con. Swinging her hips and the baton in her left hand rhythmically; she eased the door open.

Today, she wasn’t feeling merciful. If he dint give her answers quick, she was gonna have to augment a plan B. She’d observed Garret with the prisoner two nights ago, she wasn’t ready to be so understanding….

Shifting uneasily in the iron chair, he was both pleased and scared of what stood before him.
Pleased that a woman could be so skinny and yet so curvy.
Scared of what he saw in her eyes.

This was death he mused

“Hi”
Her voice was pleasant; yet he couldn’t help but notice an icy undertone.

“The names Naveena. You might want to take note of this face. It’ll be the last you’ll see before you die”

Blood pounded in his ears. She was gonna be a hard nut to crack.

“Okay Miss…I couldn’t have had a better death wish…its a pretty face you know”

Naveena flinched. Was he less concerned or was it an act? The one thing that never failed to irritate her was overly fearless people.
It always brought back memories she preferred locked up.

She decided to tread gently. They needed him alive and he knew that. Being ruthless might just set off a waiting mine of unpleasant events.

“Good sense of humour you got yourself. I admire that. However, it could get u killed sooner than you know”

Studying her for the umpteenth time, he decided to play along. She wanted answers; and he was going to do just that! It didn’t matter if they were the correct ones….

He was gonna die sooner or later nothwitstanding; He just had to make sure it wasn’t a wrong way he died….

*to be continued*

The Knight of Dawn 3

ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!
So after a month of lazing around, I finally got to complete the 3rd part of this series 😀
It ain perfect, had a lot of trouble putting it down. But its here; FINALLY.
Read, enjoy, comment and spread the word!

Without further ado, I present to you

THE KNIGNT OF DAWN EPISODE 3

Words failed Shemayah when the mind of the Oracle was known Continue reading

Broken Promises

Panting heavily, she dropped the phone….it couldnt be true…NO, there had to be a mixup somewhere….

Lesley just received a call from her bestfriend; Cathy. Cathy had called to tell her that she came across Dan at the bridal shop, picking out diamond rings with a strange blonde girl. Cathy had said that initially, she thought the girl was a casual friend who had accompanied him to pick out rings for Lesley, but she changed her mind when she saw them kiss each other and laugh with careless abandon. Continue reading

The Knight of Dawn part2

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Gathering his wings, he heralded the dawn. Darkness had been on for too long; it was about 4am already….spreading out his snow white powerful wings, he ascended one of the rocks…and gave light a chance…as the darkness was forced to recede, it cast a glow in the direction of the light.
It was a very beautiful sight to behold and even his horse approved; from his muted neighings.

Back in the cave in one of the rocks, he gathered his sword and armour, mounted his horse and flew with the winds…..

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Sweating profusely, the Witch doctor was puzzled. Trying again, he gathered the white stones and scaterred them…nothing…again.

Shemayah was at a loss on what was happening; his beautiful wife had been reduced to a piece of rag by the menace. She was in untold suffering as deduced by her soft moans and restlessness….and it pained him terribly that he was handicapped in doing anything to relieve her.
Sheila had been cursed by the River Keish. She was bloating every hour. He wondered how long it would take to reach her climax and explode in fragments.

The mere thought of this sent chills down his spine. Nobody was safe anymore….the gods were the ones against them.
What puzzled Shemayah was the fact that his wife had not gone to the river….She had only drank from the pot used in storing water….and the water had been there before the epidermic struck.

Did it mean that the entirety of the Keish river was poisoned; stored up or not? He shivered uncontrollably. They had been in the Witch Doctor’s house for 4days and the oracle had refused to say anything….it appeared Sheila was doomed.
Bowing his now weighty head, he stole glances at the man, shivering and chanting, murmuring and rambling; gathering and scattering…..still nothing.

Finally he spoke up

“The gods are silent on this one…take her home to die”.

Upon hearing this, Shemayah’s courage failed him. He dropped the bravado his breed was known for and did the unthinkable….

He wept in front of the effigy of the goddess Keish. As his tears dropped on her, the witch doctor stood back; afraid there was going to be an instant judgement on this sacrilege….but that wasnt to be as nothing happened.

Deciding to heed the advice, he gathered his wife in his arms and walked out. Surprisingly, as bloated as she was, she was light as a feather.

Dejected, he moved on. And then he met a strange looking fellow. He was really tall, about 7.5ft and looked as if he was floating. Shemayah’s 6ft and 3inches height was dwarfed by this creature.

Dressed in an all white apparel, an un-sheathed sword dangling dangerously by his side, he looked daunting. Shemayah hoped he hadnt seen a god.

He was probably an emissary sent from other kingdoms to spy he thought….was there going to be a war? Would the rocks protect them this time? Walking briskly, he wanted to avoid the stranger.

“Sheila will not die he said”

Shock almost made him drop his wife in fear. Looking the stranger over, he asked him how he knew that….and then the stranger was silent. After a few seconds, he touched Sheila’s forehead with his index finger and told him to go home.

Transfixed, it took Shemayah a while to recover and continue his journey. Looking back, all traces of the stranger had vanished.

“I must have imagined that dream” he thought

But he did not imagine it. As soon as he dropped his wife on her sick bed, the amazing happened….she began to shrink repeatedly and after about a minute, she was back to normal; radiant, healthy and beautiful.
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The gods are very angry with you the priests had told Shemayah.

Shemayah was perplexed…he hadnt done anything to wrong the gods. He had been roasting some renmant groundnuts when a palace guard had told him he was being summoned by the Council of Priests…he knew that meant trouble and he had gone without delay.

“You have had contact with the strange knight and you did not attempt to hunt him down.”
“Are you not a seasoned hunter?”
“Are you not aware of the fact that the stranger is responsible for what is happening?”

These and many more were the myriad of questions each priest threw at him.
At the end of it all, the oracle was consulted and the words were the same

“A strange knight…..and a strange sacrifice”

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Consulting among themselves, the most senior priest was chosen to offer the sacrifice.

It had to be a woman cursed by the Keish
It had to be a woman that had had contact with the stranger
It had to be Sheila

*to be continued*

@Nimmie

The Knight of Dawn

Been an awful while i posted anyting on here…startn to get a tad rusty am afraid. Not to bother, ah gat a new one ere n its in 5 parts. Your comments r welcome…hope u enjoy it.
********i present to you*********

THE KNIGHT OF DAWN
” Send the young men of the land to comb the entirety of Keish. Am sure he is hiding somewhere along the borders. If he cooperates, bring him alive, if otherwise, bring his head. ”

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Far away from the embrace of Civilisation huddled the small village of Keish. Although minute in size compared to surrounding villages, it was the bane of livelihood of the town. Named after a beautiful godess of the Nimke kingdom, it was indeed a very beautiful sight to behold.
The inhabitants never lacked anything as the Keish river had never run dry; resulting in an almost eerie fertility of the land. Also, the godess Nimke was believed to guard the villagers in times of war. Legends had it that many enemies of the kingdom had been maimed in battle when the 3 rocks surrounding Keish had fallen upon them. The thrill of it all was that after these rocks. had accomplished their missions, they went back to their original positions……strange; but true.
The villagers were a very prosperous breed and were highly devoted to the worship of Keish. They paid homage to her twice a day and offered sacrifices at any slight opportunity.

Then, darkness fell. Continue reading

‘Tied’-the conclusion

The man was already striken with age…and grief too. He was a little man with greying hair, cautious with suspicious grey eyes. Ted didnt waste time. He introduced himself and assured the man that he could be trusted. Finding out as much as he could, he promised to check back later. Thereafter, he sped to the hospital.
To his outmost joy, Mrs Livingstone was sitting up in bed. She appeared very engrossed in the book she was reading. Her palor was still a little dull but she looked okay. Breaking the silence with his hands, he sat by the chair. Mrs Livingstone looked him in the eyeball, grief showing in her blue eyes, and told him she was ready to go home. Taken aback for a few seconds, he stared. Recovering quickly, he told her that provisions had been made to lodge her in the Meteor. It was too dangerous to allow her return to their house.
The woman did not hesitate. She insisted that she was going to be just fine in the house, alone. She was a grown woman and could protect herself. She wasnt going to turn tail because her husband had been murdered in that house. Hell, the woman was stubborn! Blurting out the first thing that came to his mind, he told her that it was a Sniper that killed her husband. Continue reading