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Christine regains her consciousness slowly. Unwinding her eyes feeling the sabotage impact on her body that felt weak. Reviving her memories of her stay on that isle of land made her even feel like prey in a grassland. The demise state her life had tormented made her feel like sojourning back to her land that was so splendid. In the fantasy, she revived her counteracts with her boyfriend Adrian. She sheepily smiled. Her dying love for him crumpled down her heart and moulded it into a thorny fruit of love that extended its thorny tendrils of yearning upon her stay away from him. Just below the thorn tendrils a sore emanated, profusely producing a burning effect upon its touch due to reticent Adrian. She missed him. The urge of meeting him rose inside her. An urge that remained a secret between her and the darkness of the night she stared at. A feeling that made her wet. She could feel it, the sliming clear mucus that trickled down the groin. She was in deep sensation and a dogma of c
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From beneath the height humiliated any sight of a living organism. The ancient mountain was the heart and soul of the land. It was the so-called Kirimaara. Kirimaara rested on the fertile land of Ura. It was like a sleeping elephant which never woke. The big sleep of the creator. From its three peaks snow restlessly bestowed itself on the surfaces of the cliffs. Three rivers flowed down the dark valleys of the Kirimaara. If three had been no bush and forest covering the slopes you could have seen the rivers when you stood on top of the ridges of Kirimaara that were extensively lying without any discernible plan. Several bayous broke from the three main streams. In the morning steam arose from the water depicting an inevitable sanctuary. People and animals who resented the area depended on the waters of life. Kirimaara kept back dark secrets of the land of Ura either happened at night or in the daylight. From its ancient nature served as a bank of even ancestral
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Splash ! of water. Several horses clutter across the river crossing in pursuit of dying dark order, ambushing the attention of Christine. Flames of fire danced backwards from the pressure of the wind. Her muscle and tussle become restless. Her euphoria was incarnated by anxiety. She was bewildered by the actions to take. If it too runs where to? On the west stood a labyrinth that connected the whole village. If it to climb the tree she was incapable due to its slipperiness and flimsy branches. The tress served as are ethic of beauty to the serene. Full red flowers that wafted their inventible scent for anything that clanged to the atmosphere around it. This was the first flower gifted to her by Adrian. Christine was sure of the Mark Slater’s soldiers convulsing capability due to the extended hand of order. As they draw closer to her, pallid complexion entangled her light complexion face. It was an appealing duty to any male to notice at her young age. She could not hold it any long
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A child flung the door of his hut open. Rubs his eyes, still feeling dizzy. Collects firewood from a fireplace at the corner of the hut. Blows the air to make the amber part of the firewood produce a flame. He becomes consistent for a moment but it does not light up. Ashes are lubricated on his face as he tried to blub his eyes with his hand due effect of the smoke that profusely filled the hut making his eyes watery. He swings the firewood severally until a spark of flame contours over the firewood. He smiled.He staggers out of the hut with his chest bare. He was very sure, he was lazy. He never attended the morning rituals at Kamano. Kamano was situated between river Thiita and Thuura. A ridge that Mugwe rested upon his death. This was the ridge he communicated a message from. Just before the ridge of Kamano, another ridge hindered it from river Thiita. They just boarded. The ridge was Njiru, from its shade of black that towered the land of Ura from the west. Two burning arrows m
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The red carpet lavishly produced a faintly escort to Mark Slater. The door of the latest furnished room shone brightly. It was gold coated. It reflected his well-built body as it curved his shadow giving respect, loyalty and ushering in the majesty. Mark Slater was eager to see Laura for the second time. The first time was when she even spared his life at the oil rig massacre. And the second time was that time close.His eyes were introduced into a new erotica room. Well brushed walls with white paint. The scarlet carpet extends its way into the room. A picture of love entanglement puzzles the wall end front. Another picture of a two-way despair situation fumbles a girl. The pictures were well clung to the wall. Candles were well installed at every corner. It was in the daytime, and the candle's presence renounced its importance at night. Two steps and he's welcomed by a site of a drum filled with lukewarm water and sprinkled with tiny leaves and flowers that wafted their scent to ev
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