by Shehu Idris
I was on the sofa, legs lazily crossed on the drinking glass oculus table, giggling too munching on a bowl of popcorn when it all began.
He showed upwards out of the deep too blurry blues, fully prepared for battle, heavy amongst threat yet subtle inward his movement.
Unaware of his demonic presence, I sat strong on my seat, gaze too heed hypnotically claimed past times the lather opera playing on the TV ahead.
On too on he tiptoed, noiseless, or perchance the booming speakers of my LG audio organization muffled the audio of his steps.
The dwelling home house swallowed every other racket to a greater extent than or less nether the echoing audio of cinematic chitchat too audio effects.
With his presence unrecognized still, he crept to my back, skilfully chose a topographic point too and thence released his offset assault.
"Ouch!" I yelped, jumping off the sofa every bit the bowl of popcorn on my lap tumbled off to the floor.
The hurting surged through my body.
"No...I can't accept this!" I shouted.
I charged towards him, sending a cruel blow the demon’s way, but he arched, skilfully dodging my hit.
I followed on amongst a faster, fiercer 1 but he ducked it 1 time again amongst some pronounced degree of confidence.
"Bastard!" I cursed.
With my fist clenched tightly, channelling all my forcefulness into it, I threw some other punch, but he was also fast, also nimble for my slow, amateurish punches.
In the procedure he pounced on me, belongings every bit tightly every bit he e'er could.
Then, it struck me that I must larn his home traveling pocket off my dorsum to larn a amend shot at him now.
I leapt upwards too dived onto the sofa, landing on my dorsum amongst a loud thud.
Jamming his trunk into the difficult foam of the sofa, I lastly was able to twist away from his painful grip.
I Iurched dorsum onto my feet too pelted some punches on him, the sofa plopping aloud to my salvos.
Yet, they drew no blood off him.
"Shit!" I hissed, every bit he tried to steady himself again.
Blinded past times a dire amount of anger, I reached for a weapon.
"It's close to larn bloody," I muttered nether my breath.
I steadied the metal, my correct palm clasped to a greater extent than or less it, eyes fixed on him earlier I deftly released the poisonous content on his hideous face.
"Oh! Finally!" I sighed deeply amongst my lips curling into a satisfying smile, every bit I watched him flail his limbs inward agony, whimpering inward pain.
Then I stood over him...
Towered over him only similar Muhammed Ali did over Joe Frazier, subsequently he had knocked him out…
Stood over him like Anthony Joshua did over Wladmir Klitschko only recently…
There I was, standing akimbo over the writhing too twitching trunk of the soldier emmet which I've only sprayed amongst an insecticide.
"Pheew!" was all I could make every bit I watched him halt his fighting too surrender the ghost.
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Shehu Idris is a Mass Communication pupil at the University of Lagos.
He goes past times the sobriquet: 'The Unchoppable Eba'.
Connect amongst him on Twitter: @NA_Idrizeba
***
Also past times Shehu:
A Death Before Death
Too Late! Sumber http://www.dnbstories.com/
I was on the sofa, legs lazily crossed on the drinking glass oculus table, giggling too munching on a bowl of popcorn when it all began.
He showed upwards out of the deep too blurry blues, fully prepared for battle, heavy amongst threat yet subtle inward his movement.
Unaware of his demonic presence, I sat strong on my seat, gaze too heed hypnotically claimed past times the lather opera playing on the TV ahead.
On too on he tiptoed, noiseless, or perchance the booming speakers of my LG audio organization muffled the audio of his steps.
The dwelling home house swallowed every other racket to a greater extent than or less nether the echoing audio of cinematic chitchat too audio effects.
With his presence unrecognized still, he crept to my back, skilfully chose a topographic point too and thence released his offset assault.
"Ouch!" I yelped, jumping off the sofa every bit the bowl of popcorn on my lap tumbled off to the floor.
The hurting surged through my body.
"No...I can't accept this!" I shouted.
I charged towards him, sending a cruel blow the demon’s way, but he arched, skilfully dodging my hit.
I followed on amongst a faster, fiercer 1 but he ducked it 1 time again amongst some pronounced degree of confidence.
"Bastard!" I cursed.
With my fist clenched tightly, channelling all my forcefulness into it, I threw some other punch, but he was also fast, also nimble for my slow, amateurish punches.
In the procedure he pounced on me, belongings every bit tightly every bit he e'er could.
Then, it struck me that I must larn his home traveling pocket off my dorsum to larn a amend shot at him now.
I leapt upwards too dived onto the sofa, landing on my dorsum amongst a loud thud.
Jamming his trunk into the difficult foam of the sofa, I lastly was able to twist away from his painful grip.
I Iurched dorsum onto my feet too pelted some punches on him, the sofa plopping aloud to my salvos.
Yet, they drew no blood off him.
"Shit!" I hissed, every bit he tried to steady himself again.
Blinded past times a dire amount of anger, I reached for a weapon.
"It's close to larn bloody," I muttered nether my breath.
I steadied the metal, my correct palm clasped to a greater extent than or less it, eyes fixed on him earlier I deftly released the poisonous content on his hideous face.
"Oh! Finally!" I sighed deeply amongst my lips curling into a satisfying smile, every bit I watched him flail his limbs inward agony, whimpering inward pain.
Then I stood over him...
Towered over him only similar Muhammed Ali did over Joe Frazier, subsequently he had knocked him out…
Stood over him like Anthony Joshua did over Wladmir Klitschko only recently…
There I was, standing akimbo over the writhing too twitching trunk of the soldier emmet which I've only sprayed amongst an insecticide.
"Pheew!" was all I could make every bit I watched him halt his fighting too surrender the ghost.
***
Shehu Idris is a Mass Communication pupil at the University of Lagos.
He goes past times the sobriquet: 'The Unchoppable Eba'.
Connect amongst him on Twitter: @NA_Idrizeba
***
Also past times Shehu:
A Death Before Death
Too Late! Sumber http://www.dnbstories.com/