Epic 131As they walked back through the forest, the darkness of the night setting in around them, Jasmine turned to Kyrian and asked softly, "What was your father like?"Kyrian smiled, the memories of his father filling his heart with warmth. "He was everything I could ever hope to be," he said, his voice filled with pride. "He was strong but gentle. He was brave, but kind. He was my hero, my mentor, my best friend."Jasmine nodded, her eyes shining with love and understanding. As they walked through the snow-covered forest, Kyrian turned to Jasmine and said with a mischievous grin, "You know, I think King would love the beach. Maybe we could take him there for his first birthday. We could build sandcastles, swim in the sea, and watch the sunset over the ocean."Jasmine laughed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "That sounds perfect," she said, her voice filled with joy. "And we can take a family photo on the beach, with King laughing and playing in the sand. The days and weeks pas
Epic 1 I awoke with a splitting headache and a raging fever. I had never experienced sickness like this before, and the intensity of my symptoms filled me with unease. As my mother entered the room with a bowl of water, her gentle touch on my cheek only served to heighten my fear. The fever hadn't broken, and she left to prepare some tea, her footsteps echoing down the hall. Just as I began to feel a sliver of relief, a gunshot rang out from the balcony, followed by the anguished howl of our dog. Terror seized my body as I cowered beneath my bed, doing my best to muffle the sound of my terrified breathing. A noise from my window made my heart leap—someone was jumping in. I fought against the urge to cry out, familiar fear gripping my heart, and my thoughts racing a million miles a minute. Who was in my room? Were they armed? And what had happened to my mother? "Some things are meant to be," the voice growled. "Life itself is unfair. Make sure no one is left... slaughter them all."
KyrianKyrian's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was happening. A group of masked men had taken over the bus, and they were shooting at the people on the street. Kyrian and the director were trapped in the middle of a war zone, and they had to find a way to escape."There's a side street up ahead," the director said, pointing down the road. "We can take that and get out of the line of fire."Kyrian nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. They began to run, dodging bullets and debris as they went. They turned the corner onto the side street, The director was right - they had to get out of there, but Kyrian's ankle was throbbing and he could barely walk. "I can't," he said, collapsing to the ground."We have to," the director said, grabbing Kyrian's arm and pulling him up. "You can do this. We just need to find a safe place to hide until the danger has passed."Kyrian gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand. They began to walk, slowly at first, but gradually picking up
KyrianThe officer's eyes were bloodshot and tired as if he hadn't slept in days. He kept his gaze straight ahead, not meeting my eyes. His jaw was clenched, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead, as he struggled to remain calm. I was desperate for answers, but his silence was deafening."I think we need to refuel," he said, his voice flat and emotionless. Without another word, he turned the car around and headed back the way we came. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, as we pulled into the gas station, the officer remained silent. I watched him as he filled the tank, his movements robotic and methodical. I wondered what was going through his mind, but he gave no clues. He finished filling the tank and got back into the car, without a word. I felt a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach, as we pulled out of the station and back onto the highway. The silence was suffocating, and I couldn't take it anymore."What's
Kyrian"I think they might be after you," Mr. Ken said, his voice low and grave. "We can't stay at my house tonight. It's too dangerous.""But where will we go?" I asked, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "And how can you be sure they're after me?"Mr. Ken shook his head. "I don't know for sure, but I can't take any chances. I'll take you somewhere safe, I promise."My heart was racing, and I felt a knot of fear in my chest. "What if they find us?" I asked“They won't find us, c'mon let's go”As we sped through the streets, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Mr Ken was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. He seemed to be driving erratically, making sharp turns and swerving in and out of traffic. I couldn't help but wonder if he was just a bad driver, or if something else was going on.I tried to calm myself down, but the more we drove, the more anxious I became. After what felt like hours, we pulled up in front of a small hous
EpicI believe I did sleep for quite a long time, I overheard Aunty Lucy discussing with him how I didn't sleep throughout the night and kept muttering "mummy". I was still weak so I slept back.******I could hear the voices in the hallway, but I couldn't make out what they were saying as I rubbed my eyes tiredly. The door creaked open, and I saw Aunty Lucy walk in, followed by Mr. Ken. He looked exhausted, his clothes rumpled and his hair dishevelled. He smiled weakly at me and sat down next to me."Hi there, kiddo," he said. "You feeling any better?""A little," I said. "Aunty Lucy gave me soup.""That's good," he said, reaching out to ruffle my hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it here"After a little while, I started to get moody,I wiped away the tears that had gathered in my eyes as I thought back on memories of my mom. I started getting a headache, and my vision began to blur."Hey..." Aunty Lucy said in a soothing voice, as she helped me up from the bed. But I couldn't hold back th
KyrianI became tense, I tried to explain the situation to Mr. Ken but he didn't believe me, even though I didn't tell him the aspect of his face appearing instead of that of the bandit yet he posed it on me saying nonsense, he claimed it was a fallacy. But I know what I saw, it was real!"I know what I saw," I said, my voice quavering with fear. "I saw him, and he said he was going to kill me.""But that's impossible," Mr. Ken said, trying to reassure me. "There's no one here but us.""But I saw him!" I insisted, my heart racing. "I know what I saw!"I could tell Mr. Ken was starting to get frustrated, but he kept his voice calm. "I believe you think you saw something, but it was just a dream. There's no one here but us, I promise."Mr Ken soon started to get more agitated, but I couldn't stop myself from continuing. "It wasn't just a dream," I said, my voice rising with panic. "I heard him! He said he was going to kill me, I swear!"Mr. Ken's face was now a mask of anger and disbeli
Epic 7“She is a bad person”. I said with a big hiss.“Wow! Okay”. He muttered and after some time the car became dead in silence. I noticed how he kept hissing as he drove us to the station. As fanciful as Lagos state can be, we still have some dirty areas especially the part of Oshodi where some refuse bins are being dumped. The stench of the dump hit me like a wave, making me feel sick to my stomach. I tried to breathe through my mouth, but it didn't help much. The car felt like a prison, and I couldn't get away from the smell. The air conditioner seemed to be blowing the foul air right into my face, and I felt like I was going to suffocate. I looked at Mr. Ken, and I could tell he was struggling with the smell as well. But he just kept driving, determined to get us to the station. "This part of Lagos state is so dirty, almost as if the environmental health officers are not doing their work, I just wonder how people survive living around such a nasty area”. Mr. Ken complained when