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Head of The Table Is it Love or Lust?
What is love and what is lust? Are they different or just the same synonyms of the other? Facts have answers, psychologists have their own, elders’ same answers shaded in a different limelight, but now what was Robert’s category under because it certainly wasn’t both L’s or was it? While the two were on their suicide missions, one on a road trip with lions while another on undercover in a Barbarian countryside, Priest boy was walking in the shadows of Sodom and Gomorrah. Bury had set sail when he unveiled Robert’s true colors, now what he had to do was use these colors to paint his dark world into his happily ever after dream but there was a catch there was always a catch. The early nineties, miniskirts were brought in the market and did it trend faster than a wild fire in the dry grasses of the Carnary Hills and also came the impurities it sewed within its velvet gold threads. In those days, men were cuffed by the gentleman’s rule, “Respect a woman because she is the replica of your
Head of The Table Surprises
Surprises, surprises… the world itself is a surprise, so if it hurts you, kills you, gives you a wife or takes away your mother, a surprise is a surprise because… if it wasn’t seen coming what was it? Now the crew was in for a bucketful of surprises, each bigger than the last, but what remained was will they find a way to outsmart this unforeseen complication or will they end up back, all their sacrifice for nothing. It dawned at last, when reality and fantasy was drawn in black to know just what this band of different circumstances could actually pull off, the clock was ticking, hearts were pounding, breaths became more tensed because surprisingly it wasn’t just the breakout that was on the day’s agenda. Gauntlets did the impossible a game from elimination in the semi finals they substituted in their magic stone, their ember, Collins Ramber, dark skinned, 5-5 tall, God given talent when handling the ball on his toes and did he use the talent well. Two goals down and five minutes o
Head of The Table Too much kills
One clinched for love, another barged in lust, the other hungered vengeance… these three emotions, the driving force behind each, but at this moment… the most hectic of what they confess in their life… death played its random game, the childhood song Britain toddlers looped within, the Italians skipped roped with, Madagascar three-year-olds would drive their mothers nuts… three candidates, death made its choice. The sudden change in everything literally, the rag was slipped from under their feet and the butcher had the knife and the meat. While they were busy arguing seconds ago, they were inconsiderate of the greedy bastard lurking who never hesitated to devise his conning way out of this or was it into? Whatever it was he was definitely not in the plan but as the drunkards falling in the Nile shores murmur wrenching alcohol not even hyenas could stand ten feet close to them, “always be prepared”. Now this blonde back stabbing guard had demands expensive ones, he was aware of this w
Head of The Table History’s fate
“Where are we?” one asked impatiently because this was not it, “Um… we are close.” he answered hesitantly, by the looks this was going south like way south. Was is it a wrong turn or did they go too straight… “F**k!” he cursed under his breath, this was his fault if he were serious about this mission instead of going lovey with his Romeo, they would not be surrounded by rusted tin can, old janitorial equipment, and a straight dead end. Tension built, they put their trust in him and he was leading them into deep shit than they got themselves in courtesy of him, Robert had taken charge of leading the way claiming he knew the prison and an old route abandoned which led to kitchen back where the next phase lay, but if his plan involved an old retirement home and a dead end then he his life was on the brick. Cobra was the most threatening because he was thirsty for both Robert and his mate’s blood claiming their sacrifice was necessary because they were more holding them back than pushing
Head of The Table It’s all real
Razor sharp canine teeth and half inch claws trampled the earth, half the man’s weight and twice as fast, voracity for flesh, blood thirsty as the demons they were, half breeds and efficient than the original species both German Shephard enhanced and grey hound imputed, they outmatched man by 4 to 1. The wielders were more lethal though, shotguns, SMGs name it these guards had them locked and loaded, after Gunner was informed of the breakout, he drove at fleet speed and he wasn’t there for comedy hour because Eddie Murphy’s show was over. He ordered immediate prison lockdown and he was serious as they come, all inmates were rounded up like sheep herded for headcount and as protocol each inmate was trolled to their cell and each cell had two inmates and if anyone was missing it was commanded there be immediate search from the air vents to the damn sewers wherever a man’s head can fit it was to be searched, torched or whatever but that inmate was to be found dead or alive. “Cell block
Head of The Table Life goes on
“Time waits for no man nor beast.” Every being knows this, the truth of life that the world will not stop for you for whatever the reason, whether you dying of cancer, grieving over loved ones, or you are locked up in jail and the world has to wait for you to break out, not in a thousand years, life moves on so you have to catch up at all costs. After Ben was out of the picture, life just threw them to the dogs, hungry, callous, dogs and they had to fight death many, many times. When Brian was under his barbaric rule causing havoc, he inflicted a scuffle and sent the two brothers, the knights, Mila and Risa, into serious medical attention. Brian was however fearful of these two because he knew these two weren’t the muscle for nothing and by the looks, they were more threatening than Ben was, so after crossing the red on Ben he went to deal with these two. A week after Ben was sent to jail the brothers had woken up, they were lively enough to walk but not enough to put up a fight agai
Head of The Table Hijack
Power, money… one without the other was insufficient, intertwined to bring the perfect figure of how true dominance transfigures, yet it was this embedded vine that each wanted, to get a taste one begged while the other burnt the whole garden to keep this and last tree for himself. Ben was aware by now that one on one he would outmatch Brian in any combat, martial arts, taekwondo, sumo wrestling, name it, Ben was superior in each but sadly the world doesn’t work like that but by the law, “Favors the one with the twig and disfavors the one who lacks.”, rule since the first ray of light. Brian had however branched his power, apart from the other two countries he had under his palm, home was the initial start and there was his foundation, so this small island was his goldmine one Ben preyed to snatch from him and do karma a favor. Under Elizabeth’s power, she was in charge of Madagascar’s activities from the highest bidder to the miser who stole bread to buy powder while Ben handled the
Head of The Table It doesn’t matter
He saw it coming… the war had left the docks, he ignored the signs and his warehouse back home is in smithereens, will he ignore it again because he pinned in his mind that Ben’s next attack is always bigger than the last. Taking precautions necessary he tightened his security, in every street, corner he circulated the air with a head hit on the first sign of Ben or his crew, this he applied Mexico and Japan because for him he was his priority, these two were the nig guns in his arsenal and he will protect it with his life and put others on the cross before they stepped their foot on the artificial land, whose toxins were off the charts yet remnants still surfaced adapted to this alien inhabit. So, for all he cared, the warehouse was the only thing that put Madagascar in his mind, and now that it was ash, he could rub off this itching scrab off his back and focus his priorities, he donated the island to streets kids to grow sweet on trees and drown rivers in chocolate he would care