samebony1:

Hi IronKurtain,
Instead of deleting, you should post the complete version. I need to read it

My brother, it is still in the making. I just wanted to see if the story will have some substance cos I haven't written anything for quite a long time.

Welcome back boss of the all nairaland writers.......I really missed your stories....more ink to your pen, more vigour to your wrist, more health to your body and soul and more wealth to your account.......

ironkurtain:


My brother, it is still in the making. I just wanted to see if the story will have some substance cos I haven't written anything for quite a long time.

So Boss should we be in anticipation that it is dropping soon?? Because you have really aroused my taste buds for sweet stories and my anticipation level is damn high

ironkurtain:


My brother, it is still in the making. I just wanted to see if the story will have some substance cos I haven't written anything for quite a long time.

You may be rusty, but only by writing can you flush out the rustiness and get back to being your writing self.

Good morning
Please, I'm new on here, is the literature forum the best place to post drama stories?

samebony1:

You may be rusty, but only by writing can you flush out the rustiness and get back to being your writing self.

Yes oooo

Preccy1012:
Good morning
Please, I'm new on here, is the literature forum the best place to post drama stories?

Yes

yungbanks:
So Boss should we be in anticipation that it is dropping soon?? Because you have really aroused my taste buds for sweet stories and my anticipation level is damn high

Now you are putting alot of pressure on me

samebony1:

You may be rusty, but only by writing can you flush out the rustiness and get back to being your writing self.

True. But trying to do so with an overly energetic daughter running around the house like it is Christmas, everyday, is one heck of a difficult situation if one intends to write. Not to talk of the attention that I have to give to the yarns of the lady of the house after work. Anyway, I'm still working on it. Three chapters down, but I want to make it six or seven before I start posting.

Vidamia:
Welcome back boss of the all nairaland writers.......I really missed your stories....more ink to your pen, more vigour to your wrist, more health to your body and soul and more wealth to your account.......

Amen my long time friend. Wishing God's blessings in all your endeavors.

ironkurtain:


Amen my long time friend. Wishing God's blessings in all your endeavors.

Ameen

ironkurtain:
I will be deleting it on Sunday evening.

Boss no be so we agree o.

So we wey no read am as you delete nko?

ironkurtain:


True. But trying to do so with an overly energetic daughter running around the house like it is Christmas, everyday, is one heck of a difficult situation if one intends to write. Not to talk of the attention that I have to give to the yarns of the lady of the house after work. Anyway, I'm still working on it. Three chapters down, but I want to make it six or seven before I start posting.

We understand boss. Take your time Sir.

kingphilip:

Boss no be so we agree o.

So we wey no read am as you delete nko?

Sorry o. I mentioned you but I didn't know that you haven't read it. Anyway let me post it again.


DEMO 1.

The three men came over and stood close to the edge of their table. Eric regarded them with a benign smile while Lisa gave no attention to their presence. He took a quick note of their faces and saw that the short one wasn't handsome either. The short man gave Eric a brief stare with an indifference that showed a clear disregard for his presence and turned the somewhat cold beady eyes of his at Lisa.

"Hello young lady", he began at Lisa, his lips curving into smile that made his face look worse. "Good to see you again my dear", his lips parted to show his clean white teeth.

Lisa sucked her teeth, remained still for a few seconds and then looked at short man. "Hi", she began with a quiet noncommittal tone of voice.

"How are you doing?",

"Just minding the business that i'm having with my boyfriend".

Eric's eyes moved from the short man to the other two men that flanked him. Both of them were standing with their hands in the pockets of their jacket, chests puffed up with the stance of men that had spent alot of time in the gym lifting irons. They were staring down at him with a blank expression and poised as if they intend to start something very unfriendly with him. Perhaps they were trying to intimidate him into not getting between the discussion the short man was trying to start with his female friend.

"I see", the shortman continued with a nod. "Anyway, like i told you earlier, my friends here do agree with me that you are definitely the most beautiful chick in the bar. And they also agreed that....i should give it another try".

"Thanks for the compliments", Lisa said coolly. "But i have already given you my answer, which is, that i'm already taken". She looked at Eric. "He is here with me too. Though am quite flattered by your insistence to hook-up with me, but i am very happy with what i have". Lisa turned her eyes back to the short man. "So it's no use wasting all these time and efforts", she concluded and then turned to Eric to continue their conversations and hoping that the man would finally get the message and leave her alone.

The short man nodded with a smirked. He made a few glances at the other two men with him and made a cursory look around the bar. Lisa, pretending like they don't even exist, tried to carry on with her conversations with Eric who only nodded with his eyes on his beer but with his full attention at the men beside them.

"So is that it?", the short man then asked, interrupting Lisa in her conversation.

"Yes, that's it", Lisa gave an immediate reply without looking at him. "And also bear in mind that it will remain the same...if we happen to see each other again", she added.

"Okay then, but you should have atleast showed some....appreciation", the short man stated with a cold tone that signalled a change in his seemingly friendly attitude that he had been displaying. This prompted Lisa to furrow her brows at him. Eric who appeared to be unbothered already knew what he meant.

"Appreciation for what?", Lisa asked, looking confused.

"Well, even though you wanna pass on the offer from a guy that will really take good care of a girl like you, aleast you should have shown some appreciation for my little generosity", the short man coldly said.

Lisa then got the gist of what he was talking about. "Oh, so you want me to show some appreciation for the drink, a drink that i never asked from you and not even drinking in the first place?", Lisa sneered and pointed at her cocktail.

"Seems necessary to me", the man shrugged and slipped both hands inside his brown coat. "And my friends here kind of agree with me".

"And i guess it was also necessary to bring your friends with you just to tell me all these?". Then Lisa looked at the beer on their table. "Or was there some kind of a crowd-funding for this one beer?", she asked coolly and looked at the short man. Eric rubbed his nose bridge with a faint smile that came out from a suppressed sneer.

"It doesn't matter how the drink was bought", the short man said curtly and glanced at Eric, knowing what Lisa had said was funny to him. "What matters to me right now is my kind gesture being disrespected".

"Okay", Lisa began and folded her arms. "So which one is it? Here with your friends to hit on me infront of my boyfriend or just looking for trouble?", she asked indifferently.

"Well, i came here with the former in mind. But the later could happen if i am given a reason to be unhappy", the man replied, regarding Lisa with an expressionless look on his face.

"Well, me and my boyfriend might have considered giving you your fifteen seconds of fame if it was clearly just the former. But from what i have seen so far, it's like you are more into the later. And we really dont want to waste our energy on that", Lisa retorted, her patience for the short man now exhausted.



DEMO 2.


The door to the kitchen was ajar with the light in the room left on and illuminating into the living-room.

Seeing nothing of interest in the living-room, the men silently paced towards the stair that led to the bedrooms on the second floor. A sudden faint sound from the kitchen made them pause in their tracks and point their weapons at where it came from. The sound continued with a steadily rising pitch. The men stayed still in their position, tight grip on their weapons with eager breaths till the whistling sound of a boiling tea kettle audibly echoed in the living-room.

Sensing that someone might still be awake or probably woken by the noise, the first man motioned at the stairs and quietly paced towards the kitchen while the second man did the same towards the stairs.

On reaching the stairs-landing of the second floor, the second man pressed his body against the wall and peered into the dark corridor. He made a quick observation of the doors of the rooms as his eyes adjusted to the darkness; there are five of them, three on the left side of the corridor and two on the right. Then he noticed another low sound emitting from one of the doors, the one closest to him.

With his gun pointed and a finger on the trigger, he cautiously went straight to door, the soft cushion of the rug covered corridor floor silencing his footsteps as he moved. He gently reached for the door handle and saw that the door was unlocked when he turned it. He slowly opened the door and saw it was the bathroom. The light was on and it flooded into the corridor as he pushed the door wide open.

The bathroom shower curtain was drawn, the sound he heard being the running tap in the bathtub behind the curtain with a silhouette of a head-shaped figure resting on the edge of the tub.

Maintaining his tight grip on his weapon with his breath getting overly excited, the man took a quick glance over his shoulder as he inched closer to the bathtub and his glove covered hand reaching for the shower curtain. And he failed notice the figure stealthily sneaking up from behind him with a waistbelt strap.

The first man turned the knob of the gas range burner to end the whistling sound from boiling kettle. He stared at the tea kettle as the whistling sound that was too loud for his liking, died down. His hard eyes regarded the utensil suspiciously for a shortwhile, glanced around the spotless clean kitchen and at the cutleries that were properly arranged in their racks. Getting more suspicious, he stepped out of the kitchen.

The nervous feeling then made the man to head towards the stairs with silent quick strides. He was thinking that by now there suppose to be some commotional sound of his partner holding up their targets, or should have radioed the message to him if it had been done silently. But the sustained eerie silence in the entire house after he had turned off the gas range, says otherwise. And he was now beginning to have a creeping sense of dread too.

He reached the second floor, pressed his body against the wall and paused as he listened for any sound that might signify a failed mission. At first he heard nothing. Then a low sound suddenly echoed in the corridor and it made him to slide his finger to the trigger of his weapon and very ready to use it. The sound was a moan. And the voice was that of a woman.

The man immediately peered into the dark corridor and saw that the sound was coming out of the rooms that has its door left ajar with the light turned off.

"Son of a b!tch", the man fumed under his breath, thinking that his partner whom he had known to be very mischievous, was taking his turn with their target; raping the woman. This prompted him to immediately barge into the room. He saw the outline of a figure on the bed in the room and slammed his fist on the light switch on the wall near the door post.

"Shit!", he bawled after the light the illuminated the room and his eyes caught the sight of his partner lying on the bed, a belt strap tightly wrapped around his neck with the distant gaze of a dead man in his lifeless eyes. Then a movement from behind caused him to make a quick turn with his weapon. But he wasn't quick enough to dodge the blow that knocked the handgun out of his hand.

The assailant grabbed the man's shirt as his weapon tumbled into the bedroom and sent him into the corridor with enough force that caused him to lose his balance. The man immediately pick himself up, furiously pulled out a wicked looking knife from the sheath strapped around his waist. The bedroom light that flooded into the corridor made him to recognize the face of his assailant as he launched a wild attack.

The assailant dodged the blade of the knife with a sharp step to the side. With a flash, his hand wrapped around the wrist of the man's knife bearing hand and executed a wrist-lock that dispossessed the man of the knife, sending the blade to the floor. Then he swung at the man's jaw and the stunning blow fell him to the floor.

Immediately shaking off the concussion that he had taken, the man wildly got to his feet again and aimlessly launched another attack with alot of rage. And it proved to be a fatal move for him to make.

One moment the assailant moved a hand behind his waist. The next, he too was going at the man with the hand clutching a claw hammer. Ducking down, he swung the hammer at the man's right kneecap. The man bellowed a loud groan when the hammer head met the appendage with brute force, dislocating it and incapacitating the leg. The hammer got redirected to the man's face and knocked him down with a broken jaw and some teeth hanging loose. The assailant made another move to use the metal wrecker again, but the man stopped him short with a left leg kick to his gut.

The blow that was thrown out of desperation didn't faze the assailant. It only seemed to have upped the ante in the ferocity of his attack as he blocked the man's second desperate attempt and started swinging the hammer ferociously.

ironkurtain you still have it in you boss.

Nice one.

Will be waiting for subsequent updates.

BTW why don't you open a new thread for the Part Three?

kingphilip:
ironkurtain you still have it in you boss.

Nice one.

Will be waiting for subsequent updates.

BTW why don't you open a new thread for the Part Three?

I will do that. I am not posting it here

ironkurtain:


I will do that. I am not posting it here

Kindly add me to your new story pls

ironkurtain:


I will do that. I am not posting it here

Plz quote me in the new story thread �

ironkurtain:


True. But trying to do so with an overly energetic daughter running around the house like it is Christmas, everyday, is one heck of a difficult situation if one intends to write. Not to talk of the attention that I have to give to the yarns of the lady of the house after work. Anyway, I'm still working on it. Three chapters down, but I want to make it six or seven before I start posting.

My Guy, I know what its like to be a dotting father, not to talk of the lady's need for attention. But you will cope somehow.
Don't rush it. Write only when the juice flows, that way the best will come from that deep fountain in you.
Stay strong, stay focused

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ironkurtain:
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is there going to be a new sequel??

yungbanks:
is there going to be a new sequel??

I just started it. Haven't you seen it yet?