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The time was now 11.34am
We could not feel the chilly breathe that was emanating from the disorganized air that was being squashed by the roaring fans in the library. We could not feel the ample ambience of the library any more. We were losing our patients and our hope. Some of us had defecated on our bodies, children were crying, some were being bandaged while some came to the floor we were in and dropped down dead with shocking bullet holes drilled inside their bodies. The faces of the people around me both young and old looked terrified. We knew what was to be our fate despite the government efforts. We knew these people and what they usually did to hostages they captured. We had the feeling it is a lost battle. The only thing we would do was to hide. However, what if they lit the floor on fire? Alternatively, sprayed the entire floor with bullets and grenades? Hiding would not be of any help. Faking death by applying someone’s blood on our faces also could not be of any use. These people have the tendency to continue shooting as the lifeless body of an innocent citizen jumps up and down on the floor as the laugh at the top of their voices.
All I knew is that we would run and meet ourselves stranded at the topmost floor. I started trembling as I garnered some frail strength to keep we awake. I had the feeling that today was actually my last day to breathe the air of this world.Just as I was in my thinking closet about the current status quo, there was a HUGE explosion just at the floor below where I lay. I actually felt my body lifted up by the pressure it had exerted on the floor I was in. huge cracks had started protruding due to the effect of the explosion. The floor was threatening to sink in at the left corner of the library. The people in the library were all screaming and running towards the top floor. It was the only way to move away from all the troubles that were coming towards us. I felt as if I could make myself fall on the ground and cover myself with a fellow’s blood. I feared the consequences.
Creative Works By: Ken N Speranza
Today is June 1st 2016. We are in this part of the world that has become extremely party-engrossed every day of the week. Theoretically, here at campus, there are parties every day of the week. ‘Hungry’ Guys prey on unsuspecting ladies and ‘screw’ them without their consent. Nowadays, almost all campus parties must involve premature-sex; not just booze and dance –that is what a ‘complete house party’ is explained in simple terms. The crafty ways that are being used to drug ladies are well pronounced products that are effective in making damsels drowsy and accept almost everything at their new ‘mood.’ We came across this lady who almost succumbed during her first campus party. She was drugged and roughly deflowered by a guy he met a few days before the party. What she recalls was the way she couldn’t resist the guy in any way during the act. She kept saying that the drug had something to do with how she was so naïve and submissive. In her dreams she says that she keep seeing the face of that guy making her nights uncomfortable.
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Her hair dazzled. Her face was bright and she seemed to possess a lot of hope in life. Her expression of beauty was more than a word to her. This tall studious lady was the centre of attraction to the urban men. She made it sure that everywhere she moved, she was glared at. Failure to glare at her, would pronounce a false prophecy to her judgment. She expected men and women to show that ‘wanting’ look. Her short pants and dresses made it clear to what she really aspired- attention. She was the ‘attention seeker’.
Her long, black hair was natural and was treated more than any other asset she possessed. Her long, brown, non-sooty legs were also her icon. She made it sure that she visited a professional masseuse for the job well done on daily basis. Her name was Gillian.
Her talks around the town were wired throughout. She had been making men fight and engage in unproductive talk. A certain gang of boys, who had been terrorizing the town for a while, had been investigating Gillian for some time. They had been residing in the urban area for quite some time. They decided to work out ‘something’ to keep her ‘attention’ shut. They came up with a very well developed plan to capture this high class lady. She wasn’t the type you would bump on and get to know the other side in such an abrupt manner. At some moments, she was the refined one!
The day of invasion was on Friday. They knew that Gillian was a frequent customer
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