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A Night in Helltown

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I was a freelance photographer, freelance portrait artist, freelance writer, and a professional gamer. Well, I was actually rolling in money, but still lived a private and secluded life, loved by many, friend to none, and it just had to be that way if I still wanted to cohabit peacefully with others. I was born with a curse, one that some call a ‘unique gift’, where the normal human sense would pick up the strange smell of burning rubber and sulphur in unusual places, I could see the demon itself, yeah! I could see and hear angels, demons, and ghosts, the good thing about it all, was that for some unknown reason, I was untouchable by these things, and I had grown so used to seeing them every second, that it no longer bothered me. If people knew just what was happening in the spiritual realm, and the demons some people walked with, they would be more conscious and deliberate with their actions. As a child, I thought seeing things was a natural thing for everybody, but I grew up

Special Ops: Femme Fatale

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I adjusted my sniperscope as I scanned the perimeter, I had a watcher beside me who was trying so hard to impress the captain, and damn! the watcher was such a questionnaire. I mean his job as a watcher is calculate wind velocity and direction with respect to distance of a target, But he kept asking questions like "Boss did you serve in Iraq, or in Afghanistan? What's your body count? Do you count the people you bring down? Have you been shot? Have you.... Do you have a Wife, or a girl...?" He went on. "Hey fella you talk faster than a bullet, and one's gonna get through that mouth of yours and out the back of your throat if you do not do your job of watching with your mouth shut" I spoke to him as calmly as possible. "Sorry Boss" "Now get me a target" "Hey TJ, easy with the lad" The captain said over the comm "Hehehe, TJ don got himself a talker, he a undercover talker in the guise of a watcher" Trev

The Order of Light

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I just got into town and needed a place to stay, but for some unknown reason, everywhere seemed occupied, after checking the last motel available, I was left with no choice, but look for a secluded spot to just pass the night. It was dark, the moon had a faint glow about it, and with all the occupied houses, one would have expected some domestic noises, but everywhere was quiet, it didn’t bother me anyway. As I walked with my backpack, I saw a house down the street that looked abandoned and overgrown with weed, “perfect spot” I thought to myself, it was just for the night, by morning, I would be out and on my way. I looked around before stepping on the property, to be sure I wasn’t been watched, the last thing I wanted was be charged for trespassing. To be sure I was not trespassing, I knocked on the door a couple of times, and as was expected, got no response. I looked out into the yard, and suddenly, the house I thought was overgrown with weed, was not, in fact the lawn looked

Lady In Red

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The Lady In Red. By  @Peero007 Picture Courtesy: PocketsandBows I was up already and getting ready to do my routine run around the estate. I had come to realize morning exercises were a good way to clear the mind and prepare one for the day ahead. Few months ago I didn't think I would be the one to take exercises seriously. Why? Because I was always busy- I would leave home at 5am, get to work at 7am, work like an ass till 8pm, face the stress of Lagos traffic and get home at 10pm then work late into the night before dozing off right where I was seated- all day everyday and weekends weren't left out. It was like that for years till the day I collapsed while doing a presentation; that marked a new beginning for me, I was away for a while to attend to my health and when I returned, it was with my letter of resignation. The company didn't want to let me go so they made a mouthwatering offer; they almost tripled my salary and I was to work only five days a week 7am