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[COMPLETE] He Followed Me To The Insides – Melting Ice Towers

Chapter One

‘What is the guy upto?’

‘He has been following me since I got out of school’ Sherry said to herself.

She refuted boarding to hire a taxi to take her home and she is regretting now. A tall hooded man has been following her close behind. He takes every corner she takes; he increases and lowers his speed as sherry does.

Sherry was a university girl pursuing Linguistics at undergraduate level. She had heard stories and seen ladies followed by weird looking guys and the worst could be heard of them later. She had a tight mini-skirt and a top complement with red heels and that jungle jacket covering her upper part of the body.

She continued talking to herself,

‘Is this guy following me because he has seen my legs or what?’ she walked fast as she pulled down her skirt to cover her upper part of the legs but could not make it. It was too short and the man was not stopping. It was getting dark. Seven o’clock was almost hitting. The sun had already being submerged to the west and those dark clouds had already started to colonize the entire sky. She had golden- coated earrings too. She removed them hurriedly and kept them in her purse. She got hold of her phone and dialed a call to her mum.

‘’….leave a message…’’

She got angry and reshuffled the phone back to her purse. The man kept following her as if scrutinizing what she was upto.

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KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 4 [ FINALE ]

| PART ONE: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP |

 

| PART TWO: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 2|

 

| PART THREE: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 3 |

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Costa lifted her up and started walking towards one of the private rooms. The club’s wall was lined with silver plated rims together with the rare shiny sapphires, which made the aisle to the insides extremely gorgeous. The blue red dim lights along the aisle were just ‘on point’ was they anchored them towards their final destination. Costa held her up above his torso as he walked. Their hungry lips would say high to each other as they continued walking. Little did he know Kate’s plan. Deep inside her, she also had that negative feeling that anything would happen to her. The fact that she had seen the weapon for mass destruction inside his coat, she felt threatened. Nevertheless, she kept herself strong.

 

They arrived at a certain dark corridor with minimal romantic lights leading to a gold-plated door. He walked until he halted at the doorstep. At the top of the door, was a plate written ‘COSTA’. It was his private room. He slowly put her down and placed his right palm on the sensor at the door, which recognized him. The door opened after a number of clicks. He lifted her up once again and walked inside locking the door using his leg. He dropped her on the massive bed. She glowed in beauty. Using her investigative eyes, she started observing the room’s contents and design. She explored the interiors seductively as she exhumed every part of herself that she wanted Costa to view. She knew how to keep him interested. She kept turning and twisting on top of the bed as she glared at the room’s beauty.

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In front of her, was a huge screen that showed the ongoing inside the club. She would see her friends Sharon and Clare taking strange men for a ride as they danced electrically. She was positive about the plan.

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PHANTOM 2

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PART ONE OF THIS STORY HERE

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I became conscious after sometime. I was on a cold floor. I actually could not predict the duration since the time I was hit. I was in a dark place. My head was stiff and heavy, I could not raise it. I tried to move but all I could do was swim on the tiled floor. I extended by hands sideways to at least get hold of my friend- Baron. He was neither on my left nor right. I trembled. I felt something drop on my face. Lifting my hand slowly, I touched my right check. It was a drop of blood. I was shocked.

 

Tardily, I sat up with difficulty. I touched my heavy head to ascertain where I was bleeding. A sharp striking pain made me retract my hand abruptly. My hand had already become bloody. I now realized I had been hit by a white-gum booted man using a spade. I flashbacked how we had walked together with Baron and realized that someone might have kidnapped us.

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Dr. Jaoko, His Range Rover And The Club

Taste Me and Become My Prisoner

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Its 5 am on a Wednesday morning; the air is quite wet and it is drizzling lightly. The sky is a bit dark with the stars disappearing gradually as the dawn dawns. The path is muddy due to last night’s heavy downpour. Puddles and murky pools of water are all over the façade of the ground.

 

Mr. Jaoko has just left the bar towards home. If you are a pseudo-medical analyst, his ataxic weak gait and diplopic sleepy eyes can give you an estimate of the alcohol-dosage he devoured.Alcohol was his dearest friend.He had clung to it like vines on a rock wall.The insensate personality in him kept predominating 100% as he scuttled home. The humid, damp, clammy climate reduced Mr. Jaoko to a limp wet rag.

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part two: HANNAH N’ OLIVER

By: Ken N Speranza


SHE FEARED BEING KIDNAPPED BUT WHAT COULD HELP HER NOW?

SHE FEARED BEING KIDNAPPED BUT WHAT COULD HELP HER NOW?


Check out  HANNAH AND OLIVER PART ONE of this story


Oliver got to his house; he thunderously banged the door open using his right leg and sat on the carpeted floor.  His both hands had held his head. Those tears, which people would like to, hide publicly were busy rolling down his face.  He held his chin. Looking at the place she had slept, he got up and walked to the sofa where she had lay and got hold of the seat covers. He put them in his nose, sniffed them strongly, and later held them close to his heart. This is the time he realized that he had lost something big in his life. He took a paper and a pencil from the shelf at a certain beautiful corner and put the land cruiser’s identification numbers on paper. He rushed upstairs, wore his big jungle jacket, and also put in place a machete. He was determined to do this. He was going after Hannah.

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HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES : part 4

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

SHE TREMBLED

SHE TREMBLED

Sherry trembled. She felt her palpitations. Her heart was beating live. The guy wanted to take advantage of her vulnerability.  He wanted to exploit whatever human part had remained in her. She took a step behind and rushed to the main door. She held the doorknob and tried to open the door but it was locked. She had been trapped again. She took a step behind and held her chest with both hands. The room was dark and the only thing she could see was silhouettes or figures walking. She hid behind some ramshackle cupboards leaving a sharp angle to peep through the collector. She slowly sat on the floor. Her heartbeat was evident. She could hear it with her ears. A silvery light illuminated her tear-stricken face, her skin so deathly pale and her eyes dilated with shock.

Looking around her, she spotted some blood on the floor that led to a certain room. She raised her eyebrows and moved much more inside the cupboards. She knew the collector was inside that room. She waited. She trembled the entire time like a raw recruit staggering back from terrors of her first battle. 

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a RHAPSODY OF BEHAVIORAL CHANGE

by [ KEN N SPERANZA ]

Let yourself be seen as a candle lit but not as an empty bottle to be filled

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we have stages of change in our behavior such that if any stage is interfered with, we loose our focus

A human being is a creature who’s been created in a very complicated way. Whoever believes there is no supreme being that created heaven and earth, doesn’t understand the complicated physiology of human beings. Our brain is integrated to help us differentiate good and bad. To some, they have programmed themselves that the ‘bad’ is ‘good’ and vice-versa. This happens when someone kills for pleasure or as ‘they’ say ‘when I kill a non-member of my ‘family’ I go to heaven’. Such people view killing as normal and good in the eyes of whoever watches us. Anyway, our main aim of writing this article was to understand role change and behaviour.


 

How do we change our behaviour? What motivates? What is it that happens that one just changes his way of living and starts living in a completely different way? When you start thinking of such things, you get to put yourself in the shoes of someone who wants to change and you visualise on factors that may precede personal behavioural change. What are they? We have all changed our behaviours in one way or the other. Formal ways of changing behaviours are mostly in schools where the teacher tells a young kid that eating ball pen cork’s is not healthy or a mother disciplining her child because of touching dirt or playing with sharps. However, there are the non-formal ways in which we change behaviour. This is the best and most effective method of practice of changing behaviour because it comes from the inside.

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A LADY CALLED GILLIAN…. AND THE GANG

BY KEN AND SPERANZA

SHE WORE SEDUCTIVE SHORT DRESSES TO LURE THE MEN'S EGO

SHE WORE SEDUCTIVE SHORT DRESSES TO LURE THE MEN’S EGO

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.

EXPENSIVE WAS HER SECOND NAME.

EXPENSIVE WAS HER SECOND NAME.

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!

they rented a Bentley to woo her

they rented a Bentley to woo her 

The day of invasion was on Friday. They knew that Gillian was a frequent customer
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MY SOUL’S PRIDE

BY : KEN AND SPERANZA

SOUL’S PRIDE

MY SOUL'S PRIDE

MY SOUL’S PRIDE

Affection so deep

Trust so build up

Joy so immense

Love so strong

Carve it in me

 

The potter’s clay of love

Mold and remold it

Reserve its shape attractive

Make it worth more of a glimpse

For it is my soul’s pride

 

JUST ME AND YOU

JUST ME AND YOU

Shower in it all the happiness

Treasure the pot

To always feel it’s texture

Feel it so soft and secure

It’s an eggshell worth love

 

IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU AND ME

IT’S ALL ABOUT YOU AND ME

It is all I want to flow down my veins

Wash my heart with love

For you are my soul’s worth

My soul’s joy

My soul’s pride

 

Saranya

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