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What to write I think. I stare at the sheet of paper in front of me on my tempered glass table. I chew top of my blue pen in between my teeth while I think. What do I write? I say out loud this time, speaking to my empty room. ' Why not write about me? a voice says. I look to the left and see her sitting on my table. Her legs crossed in that knee length lacy red gown of hers. She smirks at me, giving me that seductive stare which she has once used on me. It worked, just like it is working right now. Oh yeah, and what would I write exactly? I only knew you for a night, I smile back at her. My right hand moves to touch her but then I remember that she isn't really here so I retract my hand. Well, there are a lot of things you could write about me. You know, about our time together. I mean, you did enjoy it, didn't you? she spreads her legs, revealing to me her vagina. I am lost in between her thighs for a moment but I look up to her and I smile. Yeah, I did. B...

HOME Thursday September 7th, 2014. 6PM. “Where are we now?’ Taylor asks. “Charlestown." Christian answers her looking at me. “How do you even know that?” I ask him wondering how he knows where we are without checking Google map.” “Wolf instinct, we have a sense of direction; you’ll understand when you get yours” He says. “Oh and what do we do about the tracker on me? How do we even —” before I can complete my sentence Christian hits me hard in my stomach making me puke my guts out; I have no idea what I puke out but it doesn’t look like food at all. In that moment I’m reminded how hungry I am, when was the last time I even ate? “What’s that?” Taylor asks. “See, there’s bits and bits of tiny flowers in his vomit” she adds. “It’s dormant wolfs bane, it can used as an anchor to track wolves” Christian explains, he gets a hold of me and helps me get into the car before taking his position at the driver’s seat as Taylor sits at the passenger seat. “Now let’s ...

A thousand Poems of Love With A Price is an anthology of poems by writer Adeyinka Oluwademilade Atilola. It's a brief look into the world of child marriage, rape and FGM (female genital mutilation) it also features Adekanmbi Semilore an amazing and bright writer. Olayide Samiat an inspirational writer. Kazeem Adebayo an awe inspiring and philosophical writer. Olanibi Ifeoluwa Stephen  a critical thinker, a master in the field and an inspiration to many. Haruna Sururat a young but well groomed writer. Olawunmi olaniyi a writer with a wide knowledge of literature. Click the link below to download:  https://drive.google.com/file/d/188iQJiqE0L8EDE55sot7ROiaxEfOJmCE/view?usp=drivesdk Don't forget to comment, share and subscribe. Enjoy! 

Where have you been? I've searched the highest mountain top, Calling for you but no response Oh! please tell me where are you. I searched the lowest seas and sands of the earth, yet no response, heart-broken and silent in the darkest of caves, hunger and thirsty for this on thing This one thing called "LOVE" Happy as the fine morning sun, pouring your rains of trust, filling the emptiness within, my heart sings a new song for you, For you are always with me, Keeping me company, Leave a text if you ever want to go, so the night may be my dearest one. By: Odirionye Chiagoziem. He is currently a 300 level law student of the University of Uyo. He is a music producer, poet, ardent writer, graphics designer and website developer. Chiagoziem is passionate about making a positive indelible trademark on planet Earth.

I MEET A DICK PARROT Thursday September 7th, 2014. 11AM. I open my eyes, my head feels like it’s about to split open. I curse as I sit up. I look around me; I see Taylor still knocked out beside me—we're in a moving vehicle; I'm guessing it’s a minivan. I want to kick and punch and scream, but I know it won’t do any good. So I stay put. I check my pocket for my phone, it’s gone. I check Taylors too, nothing there. I curse again and sit tight wondering where we were going. After what feels like hours we're still moving— “BANG! BOOM! BOOM” I hear loud noises coming from outside followed by screams, painful moans, cries—suddenly, the van screeches and comes to a halt. I hit my head and moan in pain, Taylor turns fast asleep. I hear someone scream from outside the van, then a thud on the floor. Someone’s coming, I say to myself; I hear footsteps approaching us. Without much force, someone opens the door of the van, and surprisingly, it’s the man from my house. ...