❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ Gilbert, a 30-year-old man, was in the room alone. He was flipping through the pages of a photobook and was so engrossed as he did these simultaneously. “Could this Lord of the Moon be real?” he muttered to himself when he got to the tenth page of the Lord-of-the-Moon-Photo-Book. All of a sudden, he spotted a picture on page twelve. “I’m going to visit the Lord of the Moon someday for power. I want to be the most powerful in this kingdom,” he thought. His eyebrows were raised up as if they were parts of his vocal organs. “You haven’t eaten the food I placed on the table?” Sarah said as she sauntered to the sitting room. “Yes, Sarah. I am going through this historical book. I will munch the food when I am done,” Gilbert said, and flipped to the next page. “What do you want to get from this photo book? It contains records of the past…,” Sarah said and sat down on one of the sofas. The sofa was very close to where Gi

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ “King Rehoboth! Come out and address the mob!!” Alfred said. King Rehoboth walked out of the palace with two of his guards. He was in his regalia and holding his staff of office. He stepped on the exalted ground and faced the crowd. “I am deeply sorry for the death of three noble men from this kingdom. From the outset, our country and her States were known to be restful. All of a sudden, we are faced with crises and wars, killings everywhere. We have placated the Lord of the Water to make our land peaceful again, but it has not yielded any positive result. Gilbert is a lion’s heart, but unfortunately, he has passed on. We need a savior!” King Rehoboth addressed the mob. “Yes, we do!!” the crowd said. “Do we still have brave men? We need a company of strong-hearted men, we need the braves to maneuver these eyesores,” King Rehoboth said. “I am Alfred and every

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ AT THE GRAVESITE “We thank God today for the lives of these saints sleeping in the Lord; I pray the Lord grant them a good rest,” the Catholic priest, Grayson, said. “Amen!!” the witnesses said. “There is time for everything under the sun. There is time for planting and there is time for harvesting. There is also a time for birthing and a time for dying. I pray we shall sow good seeds with good rewards in Jesus’ name,” priest Grayson said. “Amen!!” the witnesses chorused. “Now, let’s sing the first hymn; my hope is built on nothing more than Jesus’ love and righteousness,” priest Grayson said. However, the witnesses sang the hymn, sang elegy songs and more words of enjoinment and exhortations followed afterwards. “When a man dies, his soul goes up to be judged. I beseech you, brethren, to make Christ the mainstay of your life. God is a never failing kind of Lord. Now, the underta

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ The astronauts descended on the celestial body, the moon, with parachutes. The astronauts arrived on the moon in the daytime. “Wow! The moon has soil too,” Sarah said with surprise. “Yeah, but it has a pungent smell and the aroma is similar to wet ash,” Alfred said, and the astronauts sat on the snow-like soil. “I guess we are hungry now?” Sarah said. “Yes, we are,” Brown said. Sarah brought out some dehydrated food and everyone ate. They slept off afterwards. “Hi, everyone! It’s time to wake up,” Alfred said. “Is it day already?” Smith said sleepily. “Do you think we are on planet Earth? We are still in the day here, which is about 168 hours; so, we have long hours to go before the night sets in,” Alfred said. “You mean 168 hours for just a day?” Raphael said, surprised. “Yes, I read that in a documentary,” Alfred said. “I think we have to move

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ “Davies, go to your room now, it’s time to sleep,” Helena said. “Alright, mum. How about you, mum?” Davies said. “I will join in the sleep soon. Let me feed Oliver finish,” Helena said. “Okay mum, goodnight,” Davies said and stood up. “Goodnight, Davies; no nightmare,” Helena said. Soon, Charles, in the company of the three other light-fingered guys, stood in front of Helena’s house entrance door. They were all masked and armed. “Who is at home?” Charles said with a cool voice. “Hold on, I am coming,” Helena said and peeped through the transparent Louvres to see whose voice it was. “Open this door!!” Jeremy said with a loud and terrifying voice. Now, it’s done on Helena that she is in a big problem. In a state of dilemma, she hid under the sofa with Sarah’s baby, Oliver. “I can see it is the deaf that lives in this house,” Charles said, and forcefully opened the door. The