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Hope asked as he stared at my teary eyes. “I am not; Mama just got something stuck in her eyes.” I lied, dampening my tears with the pocket square I held. “Mama, you don't look like you're telling the truth. Is something wrong?” He asked with his little voice laced with concern. “Hope, I think I'm stressed. Why don't you go and play in your room? I'll get your dinner ready, OK?” I said, forcing a smirk as I walked towards the end of the hallway. It

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“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Bernard Chimeko was in the middle of polishing a piece of furniture for his grandson’s playroom when his phone rang. “Hello,” he said. “I am going to text you an address; meet me there in ten minutes.” “Who’s this?” Bernard asked. “Luyando.” She said and cut the line. Bernard remained staring at the phone for minutes before shaking off the trepidation and running to his car. On the way, he sent a message to his wife who was next door chatting with one of her new friends. Going to store, will be back shortly honey. The message read.

Once she regains her composure, she decided to send a text message to her boyfriend. "I'll be down in 10 mins..." she sent a message to David. After a few minutes, Julia stood up, slung her bag on her shoulder, and quickly made her way towards the elevator to meet up with David who's already waiting for her at the lobby... ============================== It was a normal office day for the Creative Department of the Montserrat Advertising company. Julia is now feeling restless because this is a very important day for her. This is the day wherein she's going to present her storyboard to their client.

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